This is something that sorta just came to me. This is supposed to give Harry a little closure after Sirius' death. One-shot.

Me? Own Harry Potter? My dreams have come true…then my sister so cruelly wakes me up and I realize I'm just writing fanfiction…

I had been almost a week since Harry Potter had come home from Hogwarts. He was in a relatively terrible mood and usually it was the fact he was home that was the cause of it but it had also been a week since Sirius Black, Harry's godfather and friend, had been killed. Harry felt horrible about it, as it was because he had ventured to the Department of Mysteries that Sirius had come after him and died. No matter what Dumbledore or anyone said, it would not take the guilt away.

Harry crossed over to the lumpy bed and laid on it, staring up at the ceiling which was darkening as night fell. He lay there for awhile, ignoring his aunt when she came to his room with food and when Dudley, his cousin, threw a tantrum downstairs for some reason or another. Finally the room was in complete darkness and Harry didn't even bother getting up to turn on a light. He kept staring at the ceiling—although he could no longer see it and finally felt himself drift off to sleep.

Unlike recent dreams plagued with visions of Voldemort and all his horrors, Harry found himself in a dimly lit room that he did not recognize. Something about the gentle light and cool atmosphere calmed Harry and for once in his sleep, he was not afraid. Looking around, Harry found that the only thing in the room was he as if it had been made just for this moment as he was standing in it.

Feeling a presence behind him, Harry turned and saw the one person he would have given anything over the past week to see: his godfather. Sirius smiled at Harry and walked towards him and placed a hand gently on his godson's shoulder. Harry looked up at him and after the shock wore off threw his arms around Sirius in a hug. They held on the each other for what seemed like forever until Sirius finally pulled back.

"Harry, it's so good to see you." Although Sirius spoke with a warm smile, there was a tone in his voice that said that he was worried about Harry.

"It's good to see you too." Harry replied, noticing the worry in Sirius' voice.

"Okay, I'll get to the point. My death was by under no circumstances your fault. You did not kill me, Bellatrix did. It was her fault. So stop kicking yourself and get over it. I can promise you'll lose a lot more people in this war that me so you have to prepare yourself. If you let it get to you, you will find yourself one day facing against Voldemort and he will get the better of you. You know better than I that he doesn't play nice. So start training so you can kick his ass!"

Harry looked at Sirius blankly. Did Sirius just snap at Harry for feeling bad about him? The thought made Harry want to laugh and laugh he did. The emotion felt almost foreign to Harry since he hadn't done anything but mope and feel sorry for himself the past week. But here he was, laughing with the one person who he was feeling bad about.

Harry woke up the next morning, still laughing, resigned to do what Sirius had asked, no demanded, that he do and get on with his life and make his godfather proud, knowing that time would eventually ease his pain.

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