Author's Note & Disclaimer: Hi there, my name is Rin Jya! Hmm well... first of all, Harry Potter and characters does not belong to me except the scene and some make-up characters as they all belonged and owned by JK Rowling! Second of all was I'm back in action again! What do I mean? Well. I've been so idea blocked until recently, I read on a fanfic by someone in here that made me idea unblocked! Now, I am really back in action!!! Anyway, I wrote a lot of fanfics but I don't publish them except a few but they are incomplete due to my low tide days. This maybe really my first fanfic on Harry Potter (after my idea block days) and I really hoped to get people's support cause if the story does not went well. I might just stop writing because maybe the idea blocks are not gone yet. So… people, please support my story? Thank you anyway for spending time in reading this!!! Lastly, "Harry Potter and the Truth" and the chapter names are just the temporary name for this fic!!! I'm still thinking for a perfect name for it, anyone can help me out with this???!!! Anything just mailed me at … Ja ne!!!
Chapter 1 – The Unfamiliar Concern
"No, Sirus!!! You can't leave me! You can't be dead! I promised I would never ever disobey you again, Sirus! I promise, if only… if only you are still alive! Please don't leave me, Sirus! It's my entire fault, I should have listened to Hermione! Why... why am I so stubborn… why??? Oh. Sirius, please come back! I beg you!!!" screamed Harry, waking up from one of his most usual and recent added 'sweet dreams'. The only different of this dream from his other 'sweet dreams' was this time - he has repeatedly reminded how he have lost his godfather, Sirus Black to the Death Eater.
With beads of perspiration on his face, he wiped away his cold sweat with the back of his hand and found tears began to 'stroll' down his face. He have cried again… for the death of his dearest and closest only family, Sirius Black. This was the 'N' times Harry wept secretly and silently in the dark. He had never wept that much before, not even for his own parents' death.
Knock "Boy, are you all right?" asked an unknown concern yet with a familiar voice after the knock on his bedroom door. Recognizing that the voice belonged to his aunt, Petunia Dursley, he quickly wiped away his tears and made a gently noise to act as if he was asleep. "Harry, I know you are still awake. Can I come in?" Harry's aunt, Petunia asked with another gentle knock on the door. 'Yeah… sure, please come in...' thought Harry, though he wished to answer but he could found no words coming out of his mouth. Perhaps the silence was too long, Petunia continued on with worried "Harry, are you all right? I'm coming in now!" Though these words were simple but yet, they sounded gentle with care. Harry was totally taken aback by his aunt's actions and concerns as this was so unlike the 'RIGHT' life for the Dursley family. It was so unDursleyish for the members of Dursleys' to be concern with someone whom got involved with Magic like Harry.
… … … To Be Continued … … …
