The rain poured down in buckets as Harry stood over the graves of James and Lily Potter. And even though the rain hit Harry's face relentlessly, as he did not bring an umbrella, it was painfully obvious that the rain was not entirely at fault for Harry's face being wet. He had been standing there for only Merlin knows how long yet he couldn't move. The pain he felt as he looked at the graves couldn't go away.

He had never met his parents, never truly known what it felt like to have their hands around him yet he couldn't make the immense pain go away. Every second it felt like it was getting worse. And for the life of him he found himself mad, mad at them for leaving him all alone but more so at himself. It was his fault they weren't with him; that two lives were gone just to save his one pitiful, worthless life.

"They loved you Harry," Harry heard as the person strode up to stand next to him holding an umbrella and drying Harry with a slight wave of the man's wand before it was replaced once again into the man's cloak, a silver emblem flashing for just a moment as it caught a bit of light, "they would have given their lives in a second if it meant saving yours, prophecy or not."

"Prophecy?" Harry asked confused looking at the man.

The man's face turned to confusion, "you don't know about the prophecy? Hasn't Dumbledore told you yet?"

Harry shook his head and returned his sight to the graves, "No, nobody ever tells me what's going on…"

The man sighed heavily, "I guess it is my duty to tell you, as both a friend of your parents and your godfather…" Sirius looked down at the graves of James and Lily Potter before taking out his wand and muttering under his breath. A beautiful bouquet of lilies appeared before he turned to Harry wrapping his arm around his shoulders, "come on, lets go home. Its time someone has told you…about everything."


Harry packed the last of his things almost on automatic. He was still reviewing everything that Sirius had told him. The prophecy, the war, Severus, and most importantly of things called Horocruxes and Harry possibly being one with Voldemort creating several others, though how many he could not say as he brother Regulus could only account that for a fact there was 3 others, a diary in the possession of Lucius, Helga's cup that was in the possession of Bellatrix, and a ring which the Dark Lord placed in an old muggle home just outside the village of Little Hangleton. Regulus had mentioned to Sirius a locket, which perhaps could be a horocrux yet was probably the most well-hidden of all of them as Regulus had disappeared before he could mention its whereabouts.

Together Sirius and Harry had been able to confirm that the diary Harry had destroyed in his second year was in fact the same diary that was handed to Lucius. The cup they had decided was in the one place that was safer than Hogwarts…Gringotts. It was decided that since Sirius had to keep moving anyways that he would see about the ring while he was on the move. Harry forewarned Sirius to try not to touch it at all as the diary had possessed Ginny and the ring probably did the same thing if not worse since it was a ring and was meant to be worn.

Sirius joked of hiring cursebreakers to do the job of getting the ring instead of himself which Harry immediately agreed to and offered to pay for, "I lost you to Azkaban once Sirius, I don't want to lose you again to the same place or worse and end up like my parents…" Harry was once again on the verge of tears as he held onto his godfather tightly as if wanting it would prove Sirius's existence

"Alright pup calm down, I'll hire them myself," Sirius said as he gave Harry a squeeze, "I won't leave you ever Harry…even when I'm out there running. Remember I'm always, always running for you, towards you. To protect you pup…"

Harry sniffed and let go of Sirius before he gave a watery chuckle and wiped his nose with his overly large sleeve, "I don't think I've ever cried like this…when I was smaller I kind of just stopped crying because in the end it never helped; never made the pain go away, made my family love me, or brought my parents come back."

Hearing those words broke Sirius's heart and brought tears to his eyes, "I'm here pup; I'm here. You never have to feel alone again Harry, I'm fighting for my freedom just for you Harry. But when I can't be by your side, you know you have Ron and Hermione right?"

Harry gave a very dry and bitter chuckle, "Ron has never truly liked me. All he sees when he sees me is money and fame, everything he wants to be and he's jealous…but to tell you the truth I'm the one jealous of him. He has his whole family…and me I have nothing…"

"Had nothing Harry, I'm here now," Sirius said "what about Hermione?"

Harry sat in silence for a moment, "Hermione is probably the only true friend I have Sirius, she's stood beside me even when Ron abandoned us during the whole Heir of Slytherin thing…supported me through everything and even helped me free you when she didn't have to…"

"Sounds like a friend to me Harry, what about her Harry?" Sirius asked

"What about her?" Harry asked confused

"What are her friends like, what does she do when she's not with you?" Sirius asked

Harry sat there confused as the question was really out of the blue and didn't have anything to do with anything else, "well she really doesn't have any other friends other than me and Ron. She likes to read and do her classwork but when she's not with me she's usually in the library for me."

"Sounds like she's given up her own happiness for yours while you've ignored hers," Sirius said softly, "I know your life hasn't been easy Harry, by a long shot, but whens the last time you sat down and done what Hermione's wanted to do? Whens the last time she's even said what she's wanted to do?"

Harry sat in silence and came to a realization. Yes his life was always in conflict and it was causing his friends conflict, of the two Hermione the most. He had always taken her for granted, never doubted the fact that she would always stand beside him. But the more Harry thought of it the more Harry realized he was the one not listening, not paying attention. Harry came to the resolve to listen to her and to make sure that she was happy.

"Alright pup, you have to finish packing because they will be here for you shortly and I have to get going because I'm supposed to be long gone," Sirius said as he stood

"When will I see you again?" Harry asked

"Thank you for reminding me," Sirius said with a smile and he pulled out a mirror, "picked this little puppy before I left number 12, it will allow us to communicate with each other whenever or wherever. Just call my name in the mirror and I'll answer. It should heat up when I'm calling you so keep on you at all times, you never know when you'll have to call me or when I'll have to call you. Stay safe pup, oh and start wearing those clothes I bought you, I bought them so they could be worn not just sitting in your trunk," and with a single tight hug more Sirius apparated away leaving Harry standing for a moment before he heard a yell from downstairs

"Keep the noise down boy!"

Harry looked at the door for a moment then the mirror in his hand before he chuckled and began to pack away his things.


As Harry finished he looked onto the bed where his clothes laid waiting for him. Sirius had gone through the trouble of replacing and more than tripling Harry's wardrobe with surprisingly fashionable clothes. Harry looked down at the small box he held in his hands as well. They were magical contacts that Sirius had enchanted himself to never wear out, always adjust to his sight and remain clean. They were a bit strange to Harry as he had gotten long use to his glasses but Sirius had told Harry that he did have to reinvent himself. Sirius had gone through the trouble of brewing several nourishment potions to make up the lack of in Harry's childhood and Harry had filled out combined with the exercise that Sirius had put him through.

Harry sighed and removed his glasses for the last time and looked at them…they felt like an essential part of his existence and truth be told he had found them to be a distinguishing feature that was all 'Harry Potter' but as he looked down at the glasses he saw them for the first time as goofy as they were perfectly round which was an extremely outdated fashion. He tossed the glasses into his trunk, part of himself not willing to part with the glasses and put in the contacts. At first they felt a bit weird but soon he couldn't feel them.

He then turned once again to the clothes. He didn't know what the idea was behind skinny jeans but they were becoming increasingly popular, the v-neck white shirt combined with the vest was something he could handle no problem along with the pair of white sneakers, it was just the jeans that continued to bother him as he wondered how he would shove his now larger legs into the jeans.

One apparition later Harry stood outside the burrow. It looked the same as ever and Harry couldn't help but smile, it never ceased to amaze him, magic. He was immediately attacked by a brown missile as it engulfed him in a tight hug.

Harry immediately wrapped his hands around Hermione, picked her up and spun her around before he gently put her down.

Hermione pulled back a bit not letting go of Harry and looked at him surprised. Harry laughed in response and pulled her into a tight hug once again laughing softly in her ear. Hermione herself started to laugh with him, relishing for the first time in a hug that wasn't awkward for either of them and how great it felt.

"Oi, are you going to say hi or just hug Hermione all day?" they heard. Hermione immediately tried to remove herself from Harry her cheeks a rosy red yet Harry held her around the waist with his arm.

"I'd rather take option two but it would be rude of me not to say hi," Harry said with a smile to Hermione before giving her another quick side hug and letting her go. Harry turned to Ron and held out his hand, "how you doing Ron."

Ron grabbed his hand, "I'm alright, come on. Let's get your stuff in my room. Dad wants us all to meet him in the dining room to go over the schedule for tomorrow," and with that Ron turned and started to walk away without even bothering to help Harry with his trunk. Harry shook his head and sighed as he reached down and grabbed one handle and was pleasantly surprised to find Hermione had grabbed the other end.

"Thanks," Harry said with a smile

"No problem Harry," Hermione said with a shy smile that Harry could never remember seeing and found it to be beautiful

"Oi, are you two coming or not?" Ron shouted from the doorway of the kitchen

Harry and Hermione both turned to Ron before turning to look at each other again and both laughed before lifting the trunk and making their way towards the Burrow

"You're home Harry," Hermione murmured though the exact tone could not be deciphered

Harry looked up at the Burrow before turning to Hermione and staring at her for a moment and gave her a slight smile and continued towards the Burrow letting the silence reign.


So obviously a Harmony story. This one I think has real potential but I just wanted to test it first. May not continue but I need your feedback to decide…please, please review if you'd like this story to continue otherwise if I don't get enough I'll just remove it

Btw I was listening to Fix You, the cover by Straight No Chaser and The Rescue by Tyler Ward while writing this so that's why it's all feely and emotional lol.