everything was in there, the times he'd been locked in his cupboard for accidental magic or for doing something wrong, the day he became a wizard, the happy days of Ron and Hermione, the seven challenges and the Sorcerers stone, the giant basilisk, the acrumantula, third year when he finally met Sirius and Lupin, fourth year when Cedric had been murdered, fifth year with that horrible umbridge and the death of Sirius, sixth year and the discovery that everything he had known had been a lie as he overheard Ron Hermione, Mr. and Mrs. weasley, Dumbledore and Moody talking about the best way to kill harry, harry fleeing into the streets where it was cold, dark, and there was no food while he waited for someone to find and kill him.
harry sighed softly as James joined him in bed, turning to face him and snuggle in tight, looking at ease now that there was someone sleeping with him.