(I do not own Harry Potter or the characters. If I did, the Marauders would still live on.
Warnings: suicide, self-harm, angst, drama, etc before – finally – happiness for the depressed Harry...
Rated: T)
Harry Potter sat on his tiny mattress in his small bedroom at Privet Drive with tears running down his face. No little than a week ago, he had lost his Godfather, Sirius Black.
'It's your fault he's gone,' a harsh voice in his head reminded him. 'If you had just learned Occlumency with Snape then you would've known it was a fake vision.'
"No," Harry muttered, his voice hoarse and cracked from not speaking in so long.
'You know, you could join him,' the voice suggested, not so harsh as before. 'Think about it, you could get rid of the pain, and you'd see your parents also…'
"…My parents…" Harry muttered, biting his lip. His brilliant green eyes, once sparkling and so full of life, now hollow and anguished, gained a spark of hope in them.
'Just think about it…' the voice continued. 'They all hate you now. '
"Wait, what?" he asked the voice.
'They think of you as a murderer. First Quirrell, then the memory of Tom Riddle and the basilisk, Cedric Diggory, now Sirius…' the voice mocked.
"No, no, no!" Harry moaned, visions of the deaths playing in front of his eyes. A hard look came into his eyes and he picked up a shattered piece of the two-way mirror Sirius gave him.
'Do it, Harry. We're waiting for you…' a softer, feminine voice whispered in his mind.
Suddenly feeling braver, he slid the piece of glass across his wrists. He watched in dull fascination as the blood poured out.
As his vision began to darken, he heard hurried footsteps racing up the stairs. The door burst open when his world darkened and he heard an anguished cry of "Harry!" before he was engulfed in darkness.
A few moments later he opened his eyes and immediately snapped them shut, hearing an intake of breath that was his own. It was bright.
"Harry…" a pained voice said next to him. Said boy opened his eyes and saw Sirius looked at him with a sad smile.
"S-Sirius!" Harry stuttered in a weak voice before launching himself at his Godfather. While doing this, he accidentally knocked the poor man down, leading them to fall with a CRASH! "Oops…" Harry said.
Sirius chuckled and hugged his happy Godson. "There're some people who want to meet you, Harry," he said softly, letting go of the aforementioned boy.
"Who?" Harry asked in curiosity.
"Us, darling," the same soft voice as before said. Harry spun around and became face to face with his mother and father. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes as he hugged his parents for the first time.
"Mum, dad," he said before breaking down in tears of joy and happiness.
"It's okay, sweetie," Lily said, running her fingers through her son's hair. After a few moments, Harry went over to his father.
"Dad," he smiled joyfully. "Am I… you know… dead?" he asked, his smile dimming somewhat.
"Yes, son, you are," James said softly. Harry nodded before looking at his parents and Godfather.
"Let's go home, Harry," his mother said, walking over to him. James and Sirius nodded at the suggestion and started walking towards a bright light. Harry started walking towards it along with his parents and Sirius.
And as Harry walked through the light, all he could think was, 'Home… yes, I'm finally home.'
