A/N: Hello there! Welcome to my first fanfic, Remember When. This is also going to be a semi-serious fanfic, partly because my short attention span can't let me get too serious or else I explode and partly because all great fics, novels, etc. have a bit of humor. So I hope you enjoy and constructive criticism/reviews are greatly appreciated!

Prologue
(Harry's POV)

The day that Sirius died I thought I was going to die along with him. My heart felt like it was being ripped out and stomped on, and my throat ached from screaming. My eyes were red and blood-shot; a switch from their regular emerald, but most of all….I was empty.

I first noticed this change a month ago…

It was 3 weeks after Sirius went through the veil and I was sitting in Grimmauld place. School had just gotten out for the summer, and instead of running through the house chasing pixies and ghouls with the others, I was in my room, staring at the ceiling.

I could hear the adults talking downstairs, about moving me somewhere and relocating headquarters. I had barely cringed when Dumbledore started up about how Sirius had left Grimmauld to me and until I was "Of age" they ought to just keep the Order here.

The others had all muttered their agreement, deciding to send me back to my aunt and uncles. Usually at the mention of Privet Drive I would have been horrified, begging to go to the Weasley's or possibly throwing a fit. This time however, I didn't argue, I barely even flinched. For what was Privet Drive to me what Sirius had been? Why should I give a damn about some insignificant place, when the only person I ever loved was dead?

I can still hear him when I sleep at night. Still see his porcelain face and the humor still clouding silver eyes as realization dawned, his body curving into that graceful arch as he fell through the veil, flapping wildly.

It used to hurt to think about him, to realize all the things I never said. And the things I could never do. The things he could never do again. There would be no more laughs on sunny days, no more happy faces pushed against the window, tail wagging furiously. I would never see his eyes sparkle, his face alighting with mischief or even affection. All those things were gone and they were never returning, never coming back. Sirius was dead.