Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he crossed the Dursley’s lawn and made for Magnolia Road, and then the park. It was the most intense de ja vu when Harry leapt over the gate and seated himself on the only swing that wasn’t broken. He didn’t know how long it would take for Dudley to appear (if he did appear, a nervous voice in Harry’s head said), but judging by the position of the setting sun, it would be at least another hour. And so, Harry settled in for a long one, swinging himself gently back and forth, and sinking into his own mind again. This time, he thought of Sirius. His godfather had been writing to him nearly as often as Draco, but Harry couldn’t honestly say he found his letters as amusing or comforting, and replying to them was a challenge.  