AN: This is for my friend who says love is pointless. I don't think she knows what love is. It is a bit preachy but yeah… I'm a preachy person. The little song bits under the title of the chapter are from Rent which is one of the greatest musicals ever.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, the events that I took from the books, or the Rent song bits. I'm not making money off of this.
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Prologue:
Without you, the earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.
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Harry stumbled through the cemetery that was his backyard, the names haunting him. A stone for his mother and father. A stone for Sirius. A stone for Dumbledore. A stone for Cedric. A gave for Lupin, dead not three weeks after Dumbledore, slaughtered like a sheep by the werewolves he had been spying on. But what pained him the most where the two fresh graves, two mounds of earth for two extraordinary girls, both murdered in the same massacre.
The Death Eaters attacked a group of girls in their dorms, mostly 11 and 12 year olds, but five 16 and 17 years olds had been with them. They all died and among them Hermione and Ginny.
Everything seamed so painfully normal, there wasn't anything out there screaming in protest and the carnage that rained down on the earth infuriated no loving G-d. All of it was for nothing, all the caring, all the loving, all the crying. In the end nothing came of it. What use was all this pain when there was no one to care? It was as though he was, slowly, silently dieing and no one cared about him.
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Sirius peered through the gauze shielding his eyes from the real world, from the world of life. Trying to look through was hard but something told he had to see what was happening. 'Harry' he whispered to the veil, 'I need to see Harry.' As if a divine hand had swept it away the veil was gone and he was floating down, towards the ground, towards a little house near a river.
He was near the house now, near enough to see the graves in the yard, near enough to see the young man kneeling, the blood streaking his cheeks where his nails had ripped them, near enough to see the way he struggled for air. Harry's nails where broken a dirty as he clawed at the ground, begging it to let him in. Tears filled his godfather's eyes and he rested a hand on his godson's shoulder.
"Who are you?" cried Harry spinning around wieldy, his face streaked with tears, blood, and dirt. His bloodshot, puffy eyes looked franticly for who ever had touched him. "Show yourself!"
"Poor boy," Sirius said softly, "we haven't left you. We are all around you. I know what pain you are feeling. We all suffer this pain. This is love. You don't understand what I am saying. I will show you. This is love."