Harry did not know why he felt so much affection for Cho. He was too busy worried about what mood she was in or if she was to turn into a human water fountain. It was he who felt he was to blame for Sirius's death and if only he had not been pre-occupied with Cho that he could have remembered the present Sirius gave him. His possessions of what Sirius left him. Only one, which would be able to be used again and still, keep the memory of Sirius. Harry could never have predicted what was about to happen in the ministry. He knew Sirius would never have stayed home if it was he who was in trouble, like that night. It was he who had led Sirius to the Ministry. His possessions and memories the only thing left of his godfather. His knife had melted. His broom was confiscated by Umbridge and still stayed there in the dungeon. Sirius had risked his life for Harry, and to Harry he was like a father, one that Harry never had nor knew. Sirius was, as Harry thought, like a knight. He leapt into the battle, to fight. Some veil in an archway took his life and Harry knew it was he who would find out what this veil did and meant. Life was too demanding to understand why his only living family, even from the bottom of their hearts, would never understand what Harry was going through. Aunt Petunia didn't show any remorse when his mother, Lily, was announced dead from being killed by Voldemort. Even after all this, he couldn't find an explanation to know why Voldemort chose him. Yes he was half blood. But the Pureblood nation Voldemort preached so much about, and how much he demanded it, whether the death of innocent muggles or a cold blooded murder of the Order members, or what other death he caused, didn't describe why Voldemort didn't just choose Neville or that other boy born the same year and month as himself. Why not the pureblood? Why did he choose the half blood like himself, apart from the fact that Harry shared so much in common with Voldemort, He did not understand this. Harry pressed his palms to his eyes, until his eyes produced little white stars. It was then Harry came to a conclusion about everything.