This is a one shot, after Harry has returned home from the Summer Holidays after the fifth books events. Please review.
Harry punched his pillow and rested his head on it resentfully. His eyes were stinging full of salty tears.
He suddenly felt pain bubbling up in his chest, burning powerfully against his skin.
Harry turned over; compressing his chest into the pillow, hoping the pain would ease.
He looked up and stared into a picture of his godfather with his arm around him. That is what could have been...
Harry gazed into the eyes of his godfather, who grinned back wickedly. He remembered the way Sirius used to bark, and grasp Harry's shoulder for comfort.
There was a slight coldness in Sirius's eyes, which he saw repeatedly while his stay at Grimmauld Place.
Harry looked round grudgingly, he felt trapped just as Sirius had.
Why had Dumbledore done this to him? How could he simply trust Dumbledore anymore?
Harry rubbed his forehead. Does he even know Dumbledore anymore?
Harry laid back onto his bed, and screwed up his face into his hands. Where was Sirius? Where had he gone…?
This was just too much. The image of Voldemort arose to Harry's head. He jumped up from his bed and kicked the nearest thing which shattered into a thousand pieces.
"I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HAT-" Harry collapsed to the ground in desperation.
Voldemort had killed his parents and was the reason why Sirius died. He had ruined his life…his chance of being normal.
Due to him, he no longer has anyone…they have all died, just disappeared.
His parents just dropped dead like Cedric had done. No life left in them - just bodies.
Harry froze as his heart pounded heavily against his chest making it difficult to breath.
"Why have you done this to me…"