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A Candle in the Dark
Chapter 1: Depression.
Harry lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. Nothing else mattered anymore, Sirius was dead, the closest thing to a father he ever had was dead. He hadn't moved for hours. He just didn't care anymore. All he did was sleep and eat. He couldn't believe what had happened was real. He kept hoping and praying that he would wake up and find out that it had all been a dream.
He couldn't stop feeling guilty and depressed. He blamed himself, if he hadn't of believed that idiot Kreacher than Sirius would still be alive and everything would be alright. Anger boiled up inside him at the thought of Kreacher, but quickly subsided as depression took over. Hermione had been right; he did have a 'saving people thing.'
Hermione and Ron's letters had been very sympathetic. 'We know how you feel, mate, we liked him to.' And 'Don't blame yourself, Harry, Sirius wouldn't want you to.' He did blame himself though, he couldn't help it. He only opened their letters out of a sense of duty.
Every two days he sent a letter to the Order containing the same two words 'I'm fine' which was a complete and utter lie but he didn't care, nothing seemed to matter anymore, he felt as if his life had been drained.
Even the Dursley's had stopped tormenting him as much but he suspected that that had something to do with Moody, Tonks, Lupin and the rest of the Order. It didn't matter though. He couldn't have cared less if the Dursley's had tormented him. Nothing had meaning anymore, nothing affected him. He just lay on his bed all day wishing that Sirius was still alive.
He decided he had better send a letter to the Order so he stood up shakily, his legs stiff because they hadn't been used for so long. He walked over to the loose floorboard and pulled out a quill, ink and some parchment. He scribbled those same two words, 'I'm fine'.
He went back to his bed and lay down on it waiting for Hedwig to return. He looked at his watch. Five thirty, He stared at the ceiling, wishing over and over again that Sirius was alive.
A strong wave of depression flooded him, breaking down his weakened barriers, he's dead, and he isn't coming back, my second father. Anger quickly replaced depression and he clenched his fists so hard the knuckles turned white, he hated that foul, lying, idiot Kreacher. Who was the main cause of Sirius' death. He hated that evil cow Bellatrix. The anger faded and he lay limp and exhausted from all the emotions that were running through. He fell asleep, his face tight and streaked with tears.
He was woken up by the soft flutter of wings and he opened his eyes to see that Hedwig had returned. He bent down and picked up the letter he had written. Without a word he tied it to her leg.
"The Order" he said, his voice rough and hoarse. She hooted in concern before flying off. It was dark outside, there was no other option but to go back to sleep.
Hope you enjoyed this. Keep reading and reviewing.
Fireboy
A Candle in the Dark
Chapter 1: Depression.
Harry lay on his bed staring at the ceiling. Nothing else mattered anymore, Sirius was dead, the closest thing to a father he ever had was dead. He hadn't moved for hours. He just didn't care anymore. All he did was sleep and eat. He couldn't believe what had happened was real. He kept hoping and praying that he would wake up and find out that it had all been a dream.
He couldn't stop feeling guilty and depressed. He blamed himself, if he hadn't of believed that idiot Kreacher than Sirius would still be alive and everything would be alright. Anger boiled up inside him at the thought of Kreacher, but quickly subsided as depression took over. Hermione had been right; he did have a 'saving people thing.'
Hermione and Ron's letters had been very sympathetic. 'We know how you feel, mate, we liked him to.' And 'Don't blame yourself, Harry, Sirius wouldn't want you to.' He did blame himself though, he couldn't help it. He only opened their letters out of a sense of duty.
Every two days he sent a letter to the Order containing the same two words 'I'm fine' which was a complete and utter lie but he didn't care, nothing seemed to matter anymore, he felt as if his life had been drained.
Even the Dursley's had stopped tormenting him as much but he suspected that that had something to do with Moody, Tonks, Lupin and the rest of the Order. It didn't matter though. He couldn't have cared less if the Dursley's had tormented him. Nothing had meaning anymore, nothing affected him. He just lay on his bed all day wishing that Sirius was still alive.
He decided he had better send a letter to the Order so he stood up shakily, his legs stiff because they hadn't been used for so long. He walked over to the loose floorboard and pulled out a quill, ink and some parchment. He scribbled those same two words, 'I'm fine'.
He went back to his bed and lay down on it waiting for Hedwig to return. He looked at his watch. Five thirty, He stared at the ceiling, wishing over and over again that Sirius was alive.
A strong wave of depression flooded him, breaking down his weakened barriers, he's dead, and he isn't coming back, my second father. Anger quickly replaced depression and he clenched his fists so hard the knuckles turned white, he hated that foul, lying, idiot Kreacher. Who was the main cause of Sirius' death. He hated that evil cow Bellatrix. The anger faded and he lay limp and exhausted from all the emotions that were running through. He fell asleep, his face tight and streaked with tears.
He was woken up by the soft flutter of wings and he opened his eyes to see that Hedwig had returned. He bent down and picked up the letter he had written. Without a word he tied it to her leg.
"The Order" he said, his voice rough and hoarse. She hooted in concern before flying off. It was dark outside, there was no other option but to go back to sleep.
Hope you enjoyed this. Keep reading and reviewing.
Fireboy