Harry sat on the edge of his bed the special photo album open on his lap.
As always he came apon his favorite picture, the one from his parents
wedding. Only this time the faces of his parents did not attract his eyes,
it was Sirius' face that he watched. James and Lily Potter were enigma's to
him. He had been to young to truly remember anything about them, he knew
them from stories and nothing else. Who he did know was Sirius Black, if
anything Sirius had been more of a father to him than James Potter.
But now Harry once again had no one...
"And who is to blame for that?" said a small voice in his head.
At that Harry took the Album and threw it across the room in a rage.
"ITS MY FAULT!" His voice lowered in prue anguish "Its all my fault."
He had wanted to hate Dumbledore for a while, had wanted to hate Ron and
Hermonie for having a family that loved them, but in the end there was no
one to blame but himself.
A marked man...Now he understood and hated that phrase/ Well so be it! Let Voldemore come and kill him, why should he care anymore. What was left for him in this world? There was nothing left here but pain, something Harry had had enough of. Damn Dumbledore and his plan! Why should he suffer for someone elses plan when he wanted nothing but a release. A tear slowly began to fall down his face and he angrily wiped it away, but soon too many came and before he knew it his face was red and he was sobbing. Curling his knees to his chest an laying his head atop them he sighed and slowly calmed.
At that moment Harry knew he could never truly hate Dumbledore, or Ron or even Hermonie. They were what was left. And that was not all, he had Lupin, Tonks and the rest of the Weasly gang. It was not like having your own family but maybe an extended one. They cared about him and dare he say loved him? Although none could replace Sirius (no one could do that) atleast there was something left to fight for. "I am so sorry Sirius."
A marked man...Now he understood and hated that phrase/ Well so be it! Let Voldemore come and kill him, why should he care anymore. What was left for him in this world? There was nothing left here but pain, something Harry had had enough of. Damn Dumbledore and his plan! Why should he suffer for someone elses plan when he wanted nothing but a release. A tear slowly began to fall down his face and he angrily wiped it away, but soon too many came and before he knew it his face was red and he was sobbing. Curling his knees to his chest an laying his head atop them he sighed and slowly calmed.
At that moment Harry knew he could never truly hate Dumbledore, or Ron or even Hermonie. They were what was left. And that was not all, he had Lupin, Tonks and the rest of the Weasly gang. It was not like having your own family but maybe an extended one. They cared about him and dare he say loved him? Although none could replace Sirius (no one could do that) atleast there was something left to fight for. "I am so sorry Sirius."