Disclaimer: The characters used in this story are not mine. They are property of J. K. Rowling. I have adapted them to fulfil this task by using them to write my own version of a Harry Potter story. The story line belongs to me only, everything else belongs to J. K. Rowling.


"SIRIUS"

Harry Potter screamed, beads of sweat ran down his face and dripped onto his sheets as he struggled to control his breathing. He wiped the remaining sweat from his face on climbed out of bed. Years of awaking to that dream taught Harry that there was no point in trying to sleep now, he would not find peace this night.

It had been five years since the death of his godfather, but Harry could recalled the event as if it happened only yesterday.

He wrapped himself in his robe and descended the stairs of 12 Grimmauld Place. He knew that the moment the Voldemort was defeated, that he should of sold the house, but he just couldn't do it. he couldn't let it go. This house was the only thing left that he had that belonged to his godfather, and his memories walked these halls.

As Harry sat at the Kitchen table his gaze lingered over the two coffee mugs that had accumulated dust over the years. Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, the two closest things he had to parents. Gone. Dead. Never to return.

Harry shut his eyes willing the memories to leave him be, but alas they would not. He wondered if he would be tormented forever. Proberly. After all it was his fault. It was his stupidity that lead to Sirius' death.

The images of Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts filled his mind. He was a fool who played right into the trap, because of him Sirius died, his friends were injured. He could recall Bellatrix's final curse hit him directly. Sirius took a lifetime to fall through the veil, which hung in the department of mysteries, through one side he fell but he never came out the other. Harry could still see the mixture of surprise and fear that was written on his once handsome face. In that moment he was gone.

A wolf's howl broke Harry's train of thought, he looked out the window. The moon was full. It was a brilliant silver.

'If only Remus was here' he thought.

The werewolf was killed in the final battle, at the hands of (quite literally) the rat who betrayed Harry's parents to their deaths, who was the reason for Sirius' twelve year Azkaban sentence and who was the reason of Voldemort's second coming.

Most described the final battle as a glorious fight, where the light defeated the Death eaters and rid the world of evil. It was where the boy who lived, saved the world.

To Harry it was just another year were more died because of him.

Harry replayed the moment of his death involuntary in his mind. The rat, through a curse at Harry, which Remus blocked with his own body, the rat then grasped Remus with his silver hand, which slowly poisoned and killed the werewolf. He die for Harry they all died to save Harry.

It was his fault.

It was his fault. Harry stood and threw the table over in his grief. He then collapsed in tears. That is were she found him.

"Why?" he sobbed. "Why Gin, why them"

She sat with him, she did not answer, she never did.

She held him as she has done every night for three years, she stroked his hair and held him. He may be the boy who lived, the one to defeat Voldemort, but he too was a human with his own demons to battle. Just as she fought at the final battle with him she vowed that she would spend eternity battling his demons side by side with him, no matter how hard it was.

After all he was her husband.


This was a story written for my english assignment, it was supposed to be only 500 words... oops...

So reviewand tell me what you think...

Always and forever

KarlaMarie