A Farewell to Sirius Black
Alone in his bedroom at 4 Privet Drive, a 15-year-old boy with emerald green eyes rummages through his trunk. Pushing aside his black Hogwarts robes, he finds several broken pieces of glass. He pulls out the largest portion and looks at his reflection. If only he had not smashed it on the last day of term.
He pulls out a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink, and sits down on the old mattress. Grasping the broken mirror tightly in his left hand, he begins to write.
Some time later he is done with his letter. He stares at his work, too empty to cry. He folds it over and prints "12, Grimmauld Place" onto the back.
Alone in his bedroom at 4 Privet drive, a 15-year-old boy waits at his window until the large snowy owl flies out of sight.
Sirius,
I am sorry. If I had not believed my dream, you would still be alive. Every night I try to think of reasons for this experience but I always come out with the same one.
You were the father I never knew and the brother I never had. This is a goodbye, Sirius, because if I continue to relive my past I will not be able to focus on my future.
I will never forget you and all you helped me to become. I will never forget Sirius Black.
Harry
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