A lone figure walked down the streets of privet drive. It was pouring down with rain, but he didn't care, Harry James Potter didn't care about anything anymore. Ever since the death of his godfather, harry stopped caring. He didn't want to care, because the more he cared, the more he had to lose. He had run out of goodbyes.
He sat down on a small swing. If he had just remembered, if he had just thought back he would have remembered the mirror. He could have called for Sirius and none of it would have happened. Sirius would be alive. He tried not to think about it, but it was like trying not to breath. He slowly walked back to number 4, privet drive, to go up to his room for another troubled sleep.
As he got to his room, he noticed a letter on his bed, he had stopped replying to letters, people were just beating around the bush, or nagging him to be healthy, or just outright pitying him. He didn't need their pity. But he didn't recognise this person's writing. He was hesitant to open the letter but then remembered that his mail was being checked, no curse could get to him with all his security. He opened the letter and read.
Harry,
Ok, yeah I get what happened and I'm sorry, it was terrible, but shutting us out is not going to make the pain go away. I know what you're thinking, but forgetting us won't make us any less involved in the war then we already are. No matter how mean you are, no matter how much you ignore these letters, no matter how far you push us away, we will always be fighting alongside of you. Now, before you go on about how this is your fault, just ask yourself,
Are you the one killing people for fun?
Are you the one possessing 11 year olds?
Are you the one shooting out killing curses as a sport?
Are you the one the world hates?
Or are you the one risking your life every year to save the world?
This is all because of Voldimort and his army of idiots. You should think about that before you go blaming yourself again.
You're not the only one who lost Sirius. I'm sure lupin is going through the same thing himself. You're not the only one who lost him harry, but we don't deal with it by crawling up in a ball and shutting out the world, we open up to the world, we talk about are feelings. I miss him too.
Yours truly,
A friend...
Harry looked at the letter in disbelieve. As much as he despised it, as much as he didn't want to believe it, this person was right. He shot up and went to get his quill and ink and wrote.
Ron,
Hi mate, I'm sorry I haven't written yet, it's been difficult. Let's just say I got a wakeup call.
I hope to see you soon.
Harry
And then..
Hermione,
As I wrote to Ron, I'm sorry I haven't written in a while. But I think it's time I open up again. I hope you can forgive my arrogance,
Yours sincerely,
Harry
He sent off to bed, wondering about who the letter could be from, before hr fell into his first peaceful sleep in a long time.
