Hello, readers (if there's still any)! It's been a little over a year since this story was update. Still going to take a longer time. But I thought that I would take some of the old chapters and renew them so they can improve. That why it'll be a bit more interesting and easier to read. So enjoy. Renewed: 4.24.15

Chapter 01

My Death, Your Life

Harry knew that happiness can be short-lived at times. Yes, there were times where he could say he experienced true happiness. However, he had his doubts about it. Things like that doesn't last long nor forever. That is for him at least. He knew, learnt, and experienced it most of his life. Yet, he couldn't help himself from expecting it. With a flick of Sirius' wand, Lucius Malfoy blasted backwards from them with a simple spell. Harry and Sirius had their own silent celebration amongst themselves. Of course, it was too short.

In the corner of his eye, he saw Bellatrix emerged from the black puff of smoke. Her stance and her wand ready to cast the final spell made him uneasy. Her clear target was Sirius Black nevertheless. While Sirius continued their small conversation alone, Harry had his move. He shoved his godfather to the ground without hesitation. Sirius could only blink at the sudden action.

"Avada Kedavra!" She shrieked.

A blinding green light emitted from her wand. The beam led straight to Harry's back and everything went green. Sirius' eyes widened as he cried out in pure horror. However, it never reached to the Chosen One. Bellatrix slowly pulled her wand close to her body. She watched as the boy's body drop to the ground with a thump. A bubbling happiness formed in her stomach. The corners of her lips curled upwards into a wicked grin. Bellatrix leaned back as she laughed loudly among the noises.

"I did it! I killed him! I killed Harry Potter!" She sang, joyously.

Sirius rushed over to his godson and held him close. He shook the motionless body, calling Harry's name. There was no answer. There wasn't even a single twitch coming the boy. Harry had already lost his warmth as his skin grew paler. The godfather gently settled him back down and stood up, gripping on his wand tightly. His blood boiled from the sight of Bellatrix rejoicing and laughing. His glare darkened.

"Don't think you'll get away with this!" Sirius exclaimed.

Bellatrix stopped her laughing to stare at her cousin. Though, she kept her wide grin.

"Oh, don't tell me my pathetic cousin is upset over a filthy half-blood."

She was mocking him. Sirius bared his teeth as he watched on. Bellatrix held her head high and grinned wider, almost madly. At his last straw, Sirius whipped his wand and a beam of light blasted out towards her. Bellatrix easily dodged it as she slipped in the battle with the other Death Eaters. Sirius followed her to rejoin with his fellow Order members. As for Harry's friends, they were kept hidden under 'Mad Eye' Moody's careful watch.

"Give it up! Now that he's gone, it's over! Over!" She screamed.

"It's not over until I say so!" He shot back.

The battle raged on and Sirius felt his frustration building up. Amidst the battle, the wizard felt someone press against his back. He made a sharp turn and the other did the same. Sirius and Remus had their wands at each other's throat. The two quickly pulled away and joined forces. Bellatrix was screaming out spell everywhere and a Death Eater was doing the same.

Suddenly, the enemies pulled back just when Sirius and Remus were about to cast a protection charm. Death Eaters, including a reluctant Bellatrix, used Apparition to disappear from the scene. The lots of them vanished in a stream of black smoke in retreat. The only Death Eater left behind was a knocked out Lucius Malfoy. Sirius gritted his jaw tightly, feeling utterly useless. Remus dropped his hands to his side, feeling the same.

"We can at least say everything will be fine. Where's Harry?" Remus asked.

Sirius' body tensed up at the mere mention of Harry's name. His dear friend was less likely to see what had happened only moments ago. His tightened jaws loosened to form words. Alas, it snapped right back when he heard a bloody cry coming from near the Veil. The two adults turned their heads towards that direction. Hermione was clinging to Ron's chest as he comforts her. At least, he was trying to.

Ginny wasn't doing any better. She was sobbing loudly on Harry's chest. Neville and Luna were standing next to her with their heads down. Remus jumped into motion as he ran over to them. Sirius did nothing to stop him. He merely relaxed his shoulders as best as he could and looked at the other direction. He couldn't stand seeing any more of it. Somewhere in between the crying and sobbing, he could hear Remus doing the same as he called Harry's name. Moody was behind Sirius, patting the man's shoulder, having his head lowered.

"The boy's dead…" Moody said with dread.

As realization had hit him before, Sirius dropped to the ground on his hands and knees. His wand rolled a few inches away from him. That day, Sirius never thought he would feel completely and utterly saddened than during the Potter's death.

Things changed after the announcement of Harry Potter's death. The Ministry of Magic finally stood their ground and decided to take action about the Death Eaters and Voldemort. Thankfully to Dumbledore, Sirius was free from his criminal charges that he never committed after spending a few days back at Azkaban. However, that didn't change the man's recent moods nor did it changed for anyone else's.

The Weasley family were emotionally struggling. After Ginny and Ron returned home, Molly was flabbergasted. It was Arthur that had to take the job of telling the story. Apparently, he caught wind of what happened in the Battle of the Department of Mysteries. She also never got the time to catch up with the news from the Daily Prophet lately. When she did, she burst into tears from the loss. To her, losing Harry was the same as losing any of her children.

The only thing Ginny does nowadays was weeping and crying. She cries at mornings and nights. She would even burst into tears if there was a slightest thing that reminds her of Harry. The female redhead hardly ate too. No one was sure if she even slept for the past few weeks. She always kept herself in her room, locked.

Ron wasn't doing any better either. He was always seen wandering around the Burrow, empty minded. Someone had to constantly repeat his name just to get part of his attention. If not that, he would occasionally have mental breakdowns. Like his sister, he doesn't eat. Whenever he does, it's when his mother is forcing it down. Hermione would come to the Burrow almost daily to grieve with him.

"Why did it have to be him?

That's what normally comes out of Ron's mouth. That only caused Molly's sadness, Hermione's discomfort, and Ginny's raging cries.

"I made some stew for you. Eat it now before it gets cold." Remus informed.

Remus was making a short visit to Twelve Grimmauld Place. Since the Battle, Sirius had decided to actually lock himself in the House of Black. That was one of the two things that concerns the werewolf to no end. His dearest best friend would sit in his room in front of the fireplace. During the night, he would wander about in the house with no thought or intentions at all. The man was almost becoming lifeless. Also, the only thing that can go down to his stomach was whiskey, rum, or any alcoholic drinks he can get a hold of. In his house with his wealth, getting what he wanted wasn't too hard.

"If Harry was here, he would want you to eat something…"

Remus hated using the 'if Harry was here' card. It was the only way he can get Sirius to do things, but it always felt wrong to him. Sirius's body stiffened as he leaned back against the armchair. His nails dug harshly into his palm, leaving crescent marks. After a few moments, the wizard stood up from his seat and went with his friend down to the kitchen. The smell of freshly made stew entered his nostrils. Sirius lost his appetite in seconds.

"Sit down. I'll get you a plate for you."

Sirius took a seat at the end of the table like he was ordered, drumming his fingers on it. He felt most of his sanity slipping through his fingers. Every now and then, his eye would involuntarily twitch at the small sounds of his fingers drumming on the table. The silence didn't provide any comfort either, despite having company. He was beginning to despise the miserable silence. Sirius had already became acquainted, but that was until recent events unfolded itself. It still bothers him to the core, needless to say.

"Here… It'll warm you right up."

Remus casually settled down a plate of stew in front of Sirius and sat at his right side. Sirius slowly reached out for the spoon that was already provided and stirred it blankly. His stomach had made it clear to him that he's not hungry and he would only vomit it if he ate. It was much easier to have some rum down his throat instead of this. He stares at the plate with utter disgust as he lowered to spoon to the side. Remus merely watched his friend. It was saddening to see his closest friend behave like this. In his eyes, Sirius looked lost and confuse, but doesn't know nor wants to admit that he is. He hadn't seen something like that since James and Lily's death.

"You know, Sirius… Tonks and I thought it was time to plan a funeral… For Harry…"

He bit the insides of his cheeks as he saw how Sirius' expression of disgust switch to boiling rage. A pair of gray eyes was aimed at him with a dark glare. He knew it was inconsiderate of him to mention anything like that to him. However, he had to. Close friends of Harry's didn't seem to be able to come on easily. They all seem like they would rather mourn for the rest of their lives instead of moving on like anyone else. They wanted closure and Remus thought that Sirius would want the same thing too.

But this is the second problem that concerns him to no end. Since Harry's presumed death, Sirius has shut down the majority of his common sense and the ability to be reasonable. There would be some brave soul — normally it's him — that would mention the funeral and risk erupting the famous Black's wrath. That was only because Sirius was in complete denial and refuse to acknowledge that he is. Normally, Remus didn't see it as a problem that would make him question Sirius' sanity. It was part of the stages of grief and it was understandable. However, that wasn't the case.

Sirius would occasionally sleep with Harry's corpse.

Sirius had forcibly engraved the fact that Harry wasn't dead. Harry was in a coma in the man's eyes. Of course, Remus took it upon himself to deal with the matter since no one else could nor did they want to. He discovered this when he was making a late visit to see if his friend was doing well. He would come in, call Sirius' name, get a response, feed him, and leave. During that night, he never got a response from the man when he called. Immediately, Remus quickly assumed that Sirius had ended his life while he was away and rushed to find him.

Of course, he found him. He just never thought he would have found him sleeping next to Harry's corpse. While in shock, Sirius had woken up and began screaming for Remus to leave the room altogether. His friend later on explained what he had seen upstairs. That's when Remus realized Sirius wasn't in denial. Sirius went as far as to say that he's keeping Harry warm and accompanying him during the night to defend his case.

It had only proven to get worse as the days went on.

"It's been weeks since we lost Harry. I think that he would have wanted us to move on…" Remus stated, mutely.

"I don't give a damn about moving on. We are not doing any funeral. I would also like it if you didn't assume that Harry's dead."

"You're just saying that because you haven't accepted it. You need closure, Sirius."

"I don't need no bloody closure! If you want to take Harry from me, you'll do it over my dead body."

Remus laced his fingers together in front of his lips. He half expected for Sirius would lash out like that. He just wished he didn't though. Sirius' clenched fist clashed together with the table. The plate of stew shook as it spilled some of its content. The wizard ignored the pain surging through his hand as he glared at his best friend. Remus only returned it with a firm stare of sympathy. Sirius stood up from his chair that laid on the floor and turned away sharply, leaving altogether.

"I'm going to bed. I don't want to be disturbed for today."

With that, Sirius was gone. Remus heard the heavy footsteps gradually fading from the distance. He dropped his head in disappointment. That didn't go as well as he planned. Well, nothing ever goes according to plan if Sirius Black is in a foul mood. James would know that perfectly well. Remus stood from his seat and took the plate into his possession. He sighed as he figured the food had already gone cold.

"I suppose he isn't sleeping alone…"

Sirius softly closed the door and made way to the large bed at the end of the room. The conversation was still clear in his head and he was obviously still fuming. How dare Remus come to his house and say what he did. Closure? He didn't need any of that rubbish! It was almost hilarious for him to use such a word. Sirius ripped out a book from the shelves and transfigured it to a chair. He lazily settled it next to the bed and sat down. The wizard sighed tiredly.

"Remus came over again. You should have been there. He's been ranting on about closure. The nerve of him… He even says you're dead. But I know you're not." He rambled.

On the bed laid the corpse of Harry Potter. The body had already turned white, but Sirius just assumed it was a terrible cold. It didn't move nor did it respond to any of Sirius' rambling words. He shook his head as if he gotten an answer from the silence. He continued on about Remus' nonsense on closure and assumptions of his godson. He knew better to believe such lies when Remus said that Harry was dead. His godson wasn't dead. He's asleep or maybe he could be in a coma. No one could tell him otherwise. It was already bad enough that he had to stay in this bloody house that he despised.

Now, his friends were eager to snatch Harry from him with disgusting lies.

No, that isn't going to happen. Not when he's alive.

"If only he understood… You're just asleep. Maybe a coma even… You'll wake up. I know you will."

Sirius smiled at his words. He ran his hand through Harry's hair and pulled the strands aside. If his godson wasn't asleep, he would agree. He would even be happy if he knew there was someone waiting for him. It was better than grieving over the fact that he's dead when he's not. Sirius lowered his head and the cold body a kiss on the forehead.

"No matter how long… I'll always wait for you, Harry."

Sirius left behind his spot and moved on to the bed. He wrapped himself with the blanket as he drew Harry's body close to his. He held it gently. He thought he should do this daily whenever he got the chance to. Since his godson was 'sleeping', it was best to keep him warm. Tears slowly formed without his acknowledgment.

"You're just fine. Nothing is going to happen to you, I promise. So, please wake up soon." He whispered.

And that is all. Chapter 2 is coming up next.