Author: Junius
Summary: Very short and sad. For the first time ever, I'm going to ask for no flames. Dedicated to Andy.
Notes: This was written very quickly, but unfortunately most sincerely. A close relative of mine was recently killed in a motor accident and I began to understand a little how I imagine Harry felt when Sirius died.
Disclaimer: I do not claim ownership to any of the Harry Potter characters.
MORE NOTES: To all of those waiting for me to update 'Charlie's Angel', I apologise for the delay, which shall probably continue for a little longer. I am currently in a bit of a distraught state of mind and I have a lot of Uni work on top of that. Please don't fear, I promise the story will be continued and, one day, completed. Thank you for your reviews and kind comments..·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´¯·.¸¸.·´
Death.
Once upon a time, a time when he had been younger and more innocent, death had just been a word to him. Of course, he understood the implications of the word. Death meant the end, finality, inevitability. Death had meant loss, demise, bereavement. Death had meant hurt, pain, suffering.
But those, too, had just been words. And that was all they had been, until now.
Now that Sirius was gone.
Cedric's death, whilst difficult to cope with, hadn't hit him on the same personal level as Sirus's. Not even the death of his parents had; after all, he'd been just an infant when they had been taken from him. When he mourned them, he wasn't really mourning them, he was mourning the loss of his parents, his family.
Sirius, however, had been his family. Sirius had been his friend. Sirius had been his confidante.
Sirius was gone.
Memories were all he had left now. Sirius's face and his smile. The way he had always listened to him. His determination to protect Harry with his life. The way he had died.
For the longest time afterwards, Harry had been waiting for someone to set things straight. He had fully expected Remus to one day turn around and say, "Sorry, Harry, we made a mistake, Sirius is fine." He longed for the day that Dumbledore would confess it had all been a big misunderstanding.
But that day never came. And slowly Harry had to resign himself to the fact that Sirius was gone. Never to come back.
Death.
Once upon a time, that had been just a word to Harry. But now he understood it. Death wasn't just a word, it was a reality. Sirius's reality.
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Goodbye, Andy. I'll never stop loving or missing you.