Disclaimer: I
own none of the characters. That all belongs to brilliant J.K
Rowling and Bloomsbury publishing.
The wind blew
slowly, breezing the young boy's face as it passed. Well, he
wasn't
that young anymore but fifteen was still a child. His untidy black
hair rustled in the wind and his emerald green eyes were shining
with unshed
tears.
"I'm not weak," He thought to
himself, "I won't cry. I won't."
The young boy was
sitting against a tree on the edge of the black lake. He
had his
forearms resting on his knees and was staring blankly into the
distance. He felt so alone, so sad.
"No," He thought
again, "I am NOT sad. But he knew that he was and he
couldn't
figure out why he felt it so wrong to be sad. The night was a
fairly
warm one and the black lake shimmered from the moonlight shining down
on it
He tilted his head up taking deep breaths and closing
his eyes.
He groaned and sniffed feeling a tear slid down his face
and couldn't hold
it in anymore he needed someone. He was so
alone...so...abandoned...
He took several quick deep breaths and
squeezed his eyes together tightly,
spilling more tears down his
face. His chest was rising and falling rapidly
and he tried to
calm down. He could hear owls hooting in the distance. It
must
have been past midnight and he would be in so much trouble for being
outside the school at this time but he needed to get out...he
needed to
escape.
Then he closed his eyes and shuddered. He
took in a deep breath and tried
not to think about what had
happened...it couldn't have been true but it
was. He had lost his
dad. Did he just call him his dad? He wasn't his dad...
"Good
enough to be" The boy thought feeling the lump in his throat
growing
bigger by the seconds.
His breathing had not slowed
down and he felt the lump leave his throat as
he let out a
chocked sob. Warm, salty tears fell down his front
continuously.
He lowered his head and cupped it into his hands, letting all
those
tears leave him.
He just sat there, crying his heart out asking
himself over and over again
why it had to be him? Why did he have
to be the one to suffer and grow up so
alone and so unloved? Why?
Why did HE have to lose everyone he loved? Why
him?
Tears
streamed down his face and his eyes were red rimmed and puffy now.
His
nose was running and eyes were shut tight. He tried wiping
the tears off his
face but they just fell harding making it
impossible to dry his eyes.
Finally after what seemed like hours
he sniffed loudly and raised his head.
He hugged his
knees and bit he lower lip, thinking.
He felt so stupid. What if
someone had seen him crying? He must've looked
like a silly
little baby. His thoughts were now spoken aloud as he chucked
a
rock into the lake.
"I miss you Sirius. I loved you so
much."
He meant it. He loved Sirius. Loved. Now that he was
gone he could barley
stand it.
He had lost his closest thing
to family and it hurt him inside. It was like
having a parent
again and now that feeling was gone from his life once
again. He
couldn't even think about how he was going to get back into the
castle; he'd left his invisibility cloak in his dorm. No one came
to look
for him, not that he wanted them to.
"I'm so
alone." He yelled not easing the flow of tears.
Then as
though planned, a hand was planted on his shoulder.
"You're
not alone, mate. You've never been alone."
It was Ron. His
best mate. He sat down and kept a firm grip on his shoulder
like
Sirius had done some time before...
A muffled sob was heard from
his left. "You've got us" a voice squeaked
which the
boy recognized as Hermione's.
That boy, sat there with his two
best friend's. They comforted him and in
the dead of night, they
loved him. Like friends should. Hermione held his
hand and wiped
some tears from his face, while Ron squeezed his shoulder and
muttered 'we're here'. He wasn't even embarrassed...they
understood him...It
was like a family...
And then at that
moment,
Harry James Potter,
no longer felt alone.
A/N
Hello please review even if it was the most horrific,
depressing,
disgusting, absolute rubbish story you've ever read.
If it was that horrible
I could defiantly use the feedback.
On
the other hand, if you liked it, yay! And please review.