Harry laid awake thinking what it could have been like if he told Sirius how he felt. Maybe he would have hated him. But maybe, just maybe he wouldn't. Maybe Sirius would have told him what the mirror was for, and he would use that, not the floo, and the damn elf would not have tricked him. Maybe Sirius would have been alive...
He felt a tear flow down his face.
Tonight was the night. He could no longer take it. No one understood him. He only hoped that Sirius would not be mad if he joined him this early.
