Well, here's my second Harry Potter story.

My first one in English and my first drama, so don't be too strict with me.

I knew it's a very short chapter, but I hope some of you will enjoy it nevertheless.

Some reviews would be nice...

Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the other wonderful characters in this story belong to J. K. Rowling.

Chapter 1 : Tears

Harry was on his way to the dungeons, he had double potions next.

He had passed his OWL in potions, though he didn't know how and it didn't interest him anymore.

He wasn't interested in how cruel Snape, the potions professor, was to him, it didn't

that he hasn't got pity with him, 'cause he didn't want it.

He hadn't been there...in the Department of Mysteries, helping the other members of the Order.

No, he had been here, at Hogwarts, torturing students and stuff...

The only two thing that mattered to Harry any more were, that he had lost Sirius, and that he wouldn't come back.

He had forsaken Sirius, if he had only used his little mirror, he could have spoken to him, seeing that he was all right.

The other thing was, that he wanted to become an Auror, he wanted to do at least one thing Sirius and his parents would have been proud of.

Though he knew they would never know...

He entered the potions classroom together with Hermione, Ron had given up the subject, his OWL wasn't good enough.

Only some seconds later, Snape came in, as dramatic as ever, he spoke to the class in his silky voice.

Harry, however, didn't listen.

He glared at Snape, he couldn't forgive him, if he had only told him the truth, why he had started teaching him Occlumency, if he had only warned him...if only anybody had told him the truth.

"What are you staring at me, Mr Potter?", he was suddenly adressed by Snape.

Harry didn't answer, he knew that Snape was able to read his mind, so why was he asking him such a stupid question?

Did he really expect he, Harry, would say, in front of all his classmates, how he was feeling?

How he missed Sirius?

That he, especially when he was alone, wanted to cry every minute?

Or that he was still talking to the little mirror Sirius had given him, trying to contact his godfather, though he knew Sirius wouldn't...couldn't...answer him?

Snape only wanted to make a fool out of him, but he wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

"Well, Mr Potter? Why are you sitting here if you don't listen to my explanations and only stare at me all the time? Still want to become an Auror as your father? If you don't try to listen a little harder, I really doubt that you'll ever become one."

"Shut it.", Harry answered weakly.

"Is that a tear, Potter? Are you crying only because of that? I thought you were a little stronger, somehow, you aren't so similar to your father. But, there is another person you want to be like, right? Sirius Black, his mouth was as big as yours, but, remember, nobody becomes a hero just because he's death."

"SHUT UP ABOUT SIRIUS!"

This time it wasn't Harry who shouted, but Hermione.

Harry grabbed his books and got up from his chair, his eyes slightly glittering, he went to the door, then he turned around, looking at Hermione.

"Don't waste you energy on him, not that he was such a great hero, sitting here in the dungeons, doing nothing but informing the other members of the Order, but staying in Hogwarts and letting them risk their lives. That's the great difference between him and Sirius.

He's right, Sirius cleaned the house up, because he couldn't leave it. He was forced to stay in their with all his bad memories.

But as Sirius knew that I was in great danger and that there was a fight coming up, he didn't hesitate and came to help me and to fight Voldemort, so did Lupin, Tonks, Moody and all the other members of the Order, who were informed.

Only Snape wasn't there, though he knew it, remember Hermione?"

With this words Harry left the classroom, somehow it satisfied him that he had said everything he thought about Snape.

But as he knew Snape and the others couldn't hear him anymore, he started to cry, worse than ever.

He took out the little pocketmirror and looked into it.

However, he didn't see his, but Sirius' face in it, as if he was coming out of the mirror every minute, greeting Harry and then playing a prank on Snape.

But as a tear fell onto the mirror, Sirius vanished.

Harry wished he had been able to see him only some seconds longer, and cursed himself for crying like he was 3 years old.

He didn't know why Snape's words had hurt him so badly, he knew Sirius was dead, and he knew that Snape had been thinking exactly what he had said to him.

Why did Snape's opinion matter to him?

Why couldn't he stop crying?

And why was Sirius not here, wiping his tears away?

Why...?