Disclaimer: I did not make Harry Potter, nor do I own it. J.K Rowling did,
because she is brilliant. So don't sue me!
Authors note: this is my version of what happened after Sirius died in the 5th book. This takes place when he is on the lawn by the lake. One shot story. Read and review please!
Comfort
Harry sat on the lawn, looking at the lake. People waved to him, and yelled out his name, wanting him to sit down with him. He just blocked them out. He didn't see the dark-haired girl walk towards him. Only when she sat next to him did he look up.
It was that weird girl. Really small, really fast, not quite ugly, yet not quite pretty. No one really knew if she was smart or not for she never really answered quesiotns or talked in class whatsoever. She was really pale, and always seemed very melancholy. What was her name again? Oh yeah, it was Trish. Wasn't she Dumblodore's cousin's granddaughter or something? She gazed at him through her sad, blue eyes, which contrasted very much with her black hair. Harry stared back up at her, anger beginning to rise in his heart. Why was she staring at him? Then she turned and looked to the lake.
"You're not the only one with problems, you know." Harry looked at her in surprise. Trish rarely ever spoke, and when she did, it was usually a comeback. Anger rose inside him again.
"You don't know what I've been through! Don't act like you know what I've been through, seen what I've seen!" Harry said, his voice almost to breaking point. Trish didn't even flinch. She turned her hard stare back to him. Harry swore he saw a flash in her eyes.
"Yes, I have." She merely said. Once again, she turned her gaze back to the lake. The wind blew her long, black hair back, and revealed a tear- shaped scar on her neck.
"Harry, my mother and father died at Lord Voldemort's hand. I still have nightmares of his laugh, my parents' screams filling the air, on that cold winter night. Don't act like you're the only one with problems, because you're not. We all have problems, but it's how we solve them that counts." She said, slipping her small hand into his. Harry felt a flood of comfort. Though inside him, he was still full of grief for Sirius, the small girl next to him comforted him somewhat. He squeezed the small hand, and whispered,
"Thanks." Trish shook her head.
"No problem." And they both sat, staring out across the lake, the wind blowing past them.
~end~
What did you think? This is my first Harry Potter fiction, so please don't flame me if it was horrible! Read and review though! It really helps authors. Well, good bye for now! Until I get another fluffy story, bye!
Authors note: this is my version of what happened after Sirius died in the 5th book. This takes place when he is on the lawn by the lake. One shot story. Read and review please!
Comfort
Harry sat on the lawn, looking at the lake. People waved to him, and yelled out his name, wanting him to sit down with him. He just blocked them out. He didn't see the dark-haired girl walk towards him. Only when she sat next to him did he look up.
It was that weird girl. Really small, really fast, not quite ugly, yet not quite pretty. No one really knew if she was smart or not for she never really answered quesiotns or talked in class whatsoever. She was really pale, and always seemed very melancholy. What was her name again? Oh yeah, it was Trish. Wasn't she Dumblodore's cousin's granddaughter or something? She gazed at him through her sad, blue eyes, which contrasted very much with her black hair. Harry stared back up at her, anger beginning to rise in his heart. Why was she staring at him? Then she turned and looked to the lake.
"You're not the only one with problems, you know." Harry looked at her in surprise. Trish rarely ever spoke, and when she did, it was usually a comeback. Anger rose inside him again.
"You don't know what I've been through! Don't act like you know what I've been through, seen what I've seen!" Harry said, his voice almost to breaking point. Trish didn't even flinch. She turned her hard stare back to him. Harry swore he saw a flash in her eyes.
"Yes, I have." She merely said. Once again, she turned her gaze back to the lake. The wind blew her long, black hair back, and revealed a tear- shaped scar on her neck.
"Harry, my mother and father died at Lord Voldemort's hand. I still have nightmares of his laugh, my parents' screams filling the air, on that cold winter night. Don't act like you're the only one with problems, because you're not. We all have problems, but it's how we solve them that counts." She said, slipping her small hand into his. Harry felt a flood of comfort. Though inside him, he was still full of grief for Sirius, the small girl next to him comforted him somewhat. He squeezed the small hand, and whispered,
"Thanks." Trish shook her head.
"No problem." And they both sat, staring out across the lake, the wind blowing past them.
~end~
What did you think? This is my first Harry Potter fiction, so please don't flame me if it was horrible! Read and review though! It really helps authors. Well, good bye for now! Until I get another fluffy story, bye!