Drabble: I Want to Go Home
Author: Richan
Rating: T (for entire series), K for this
Spoilers: thru OotP
Warnings: a little angsty,
Word count: 227
Disclaimer: Don't own.
Notes: Four ficlets before the war truly begins. The fifth story takes place eight years after OotP (or six years after the war ends).
It wasn't the first time that Harry had wanted to leave this place. The damp air seemed to permeate even his thoughts, let along the ragged clothes he was wearing. He lay his head back against the wall and looked out at the others across from him.
Remus gave a small smile before looking down at his lap. McGonagall nodded stiffly in that way of hers that Harry didn't always quite understand.
But it was Dumbledore, wise, old Dumbledore, who knew more than anyone else, who refused to look at Harry.
Of course, it was his fault that all of this had happened. If the headmaster had told Harry what he needed to know, the Dursleys wouldn't be dead and Harry wouldn't be stuck here at 12 Grimmauld Place.
Now he was stuck in the kitchen of the dingy, old house. Harry could still hear Sirius' laughter, and almost smell the scent of his godfather's shampoo.
But he wasn't here, and Harry was.
Last summer, Harry had come to think of the house as home, because Sirius was there, waiting with welcoming arms. Without him, though, it was just another house, with Harry on the outside looking in, wanting something he couldn't ever have in this lifetime.
He just wanted a home to go to. One where Sirius was there, eagerly awaiting to hear about Harry's day.