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A/N: Harry has made it back to Privet Drive wit his aunt and uncle. Please R/R and tell me what you think, even if you didn't like it. Thanks a lot! Well...here goes.
Why?
Why has this happened, thought Harry. It sickened him to return to the Dursleys, where their biggest priority is to stay "normal." They had no idea what his life entailed. No idea that his god father had died. The one person he could truly trust in the world was gone, forever. He felt like there was a hole in his heart that would never heal.
It was my fault he died, thought Harry. If I would have just kept doing Occlumency...
No, said a voice in the back of his mind. No it is not your fault.
Yes it is! If I wouldn't have been so naïve, it wouldn't have happened.
NO. Stop it. Its not like that.
Yes it is, said Harry so loudly that Hedwig hooted in her cage.
Sorry Hedwig. I think I am going crazy, talking to voices inside my head. And with that, Harry flopped down on his bed.
* * *
Later, Harry rumaged through his trunk and found the broken pieces of glass from the mirror. It was Sirius' gift to him. He was mad now that he had broken the last gift he would ever receive from Sirius.
Harry knew that the mirror would not work in contacting his godfather, since Sirius had not had the mirror when he fell beyond the veil.
But still, Harry thought he would try to use it one more time.
He sat down on the floor of his room (if you could even call it a room) in the Dursleys house and fit the pieces of the mirror back together again.
Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw how distorted it looked. Then finally, he called his god father's name. Sirius- Sirius Black. Nothing happened. SIRIUS he bellowed again. Still, nothing. UHHH harry yelled with rage, and shoved the shards of glass out of his way. He was stupid to think he could contact Sirius. It haden't worked last time, so why would it this time?
He felt stinging in the corner of his eyes. Why, he thought? Why did this happen to me? I just wanted to talk to Sirius again, just one more time.
The tears were coming freely now. He thought he had been beyond the point of crying, but, they were coming again.
Harry bent down and picked up a piece of glass the he had pushed away. He slid his hand over the flat surface of the glass. He just wanted to talk to Sirius. Just to know that he was okay.
Harry closed his eyes, wishing he could sleep, but there was no way, he would be haunted by nightmares.
He opened his eyes again, and looked down at the piece of glass he was holding. He gasped. Sirius' face was in the tiny piece of glass he held.
"S-Sirius," Harry whispered. "Is that you?"
"Yes, it is" said Sirius kindly.
"But, How-"
"Don't worry about that now Harry. I just have something I want to say to you before I...go on."
"W-What?" said Harry, still amazed that Sirius was there. He thought he was never going to see Sirius' kind face and warm eyes again.
"Harry, I have gotten to love you like my own son. I loved you more then anything in the world. I would have done anything for you, no questions asked."
"I know that, I--"
Sirius cut him off and kept talking.
"Harry, I don't want you blaming yourself for my death."
Harry felt stinging in his eyes once more.
"But, it was MY fault!" Harry bellowed into the mirror. "I am so sorry Sirius, I was too naïve"
"No Harry, it wasn't your fault. I came to help you, my grandson. It was my own choice to come and help you and your friends. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"But--"
"Harry, I also want you to know that I am extremely proud of you. You can do anything you set your mind to, and I know that you will be a great Auror one day,"
Harry was crying freely again once more. His hands were shaking, and Sirius kept going blury from his tears.
"Harry," said Sirius' kind face. "It shows me great pride to know that the only reason u went to the Department of Mysteries just because of me. I am glad you think that much of me. You have a lot of courage, Harry"
"I went there because I love you, Sirius" said Harry, getting choked up. "You and like a father to me."
Sirius ran a hand through his hair and said with sad eyes "Harry it is time for me to go now though."
"NO! Sirius, you are the only one that really understands me. I don't know what I will do without you."
"I want you to know harry, that I am very proud of you, and so are your parents."
"My parents?"
"Yes."
"Sirius don't go!"
"I have to Harry, you will manage without me."
"NO!"
"I will be in your dreams, and we will meet again someday. As for now, keep your head up high, and you will make it. You have a lot of strength and courage."
"Don't go!"
"Bye Harry"
-POP-
And with that, he was gone.
Harry yelled at the piece of glass again,
"SIRIUS--SIRIUS BLACK!"
But it was no use, Harry knew deep down that he was really gone this time.
"Bye Sirius" Harry whispered to the glass shakily. "Until we meet again."
A/N: Harry has made it back to Privet Drive wit his aunt and uncle. Please R/R and tell me what you think, even if you didn't like it. Thanks a lot! Well...here goes.
Why?
Why has this happened, thought Harry. It sickened him to return to the Dursleys, where their biggest priority is to stay "normal." They had no idea what his life entailed. No idea that his god father had died. The one person he could truly trust in the world was gone, forever. He felt like there was a hole in his heart that would never heal.
It was my fault he died, thought Harry. If I would have just kept doing Occlumency...
No, said a voice in the back of his mind. No it is not your fault.
Yes it is! If I wouldn't have been so naïve, it wouldn't have happened.
NO. Stop it. Its not like that.
Yes it is, said Harry so loudly that Hedwig hooted in her cage.
Sorry Hedwig. I think I am going crazy, talking to voices inside my head. And with that, Harry flopped down on his bed.
* * *
Later, Harry rumaged through his trunk and found the broken pieces of glass from the mirror. It was Sirius' gift to him. He was mad now that he had broken the last gift he would ever receive from Sirius.
Harry knew that the mirror would not work in contacting his godfather, since Sirius had not had the mirror when he fell beyond the veil.
But still, Harry thought he would try to use it one more time.
He sat down on the floor of his room (if you could even call it a room) in the Dursleys house and fit the pieces of the mirror back together again.
Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw how distorted it looked. Then finally, he called his god father's name. Sirius- Sirius Black. Nothing happened. SIRIUS he bellowed again. Still, nothing. UHHH harry yelled with rage, and shoved the shards of glass out of his way. He was stupid to think he could contact Sirius. It haden't worked last time, so why would it this time?
He felt stinging in the corner of his eyes. Why, he thought? Why did this happen to me? I just wanted to talk to Sirius again, just one more time.
The tears were coming freely now. He thought he had been beyond the point of crying, but, they were coming again.
Harry bent down and picked up a piece of glass the he had pushed away. He slid his hand over the flat surface of the glass. He just wanted to talk to Sirius. Just to know that he was okay.
Harry closed his eyes, wishing he could sleep, but there was no way, he would be haunted by nightmares.
He opened his eyes again, and looked down at the piece of glass he was holding. He gasped. Sirius' face was in the tiny piece of glass he held.
"S-Sirius," Harry whispered. "Is that you?"
"Yes, it is" said Sirius kindly.
"But, How-"
"Don't worry about that now Harry. I just have something I want to say to you before I...go on."
"W-What?" said Harry, still amazed that Sirius was there. He thought he was never going to see Sirius' kind face and warm eyes again.
"Harry, I have gotten to love you like my own son. I loved you more then anything in the world. I would have done anything for you, no questions asked."
"I know that, I--"
Sirius cut him off and kept talking.
"Harry, I don't want you blaming yourself for my death."
Harry felt stinging in his eyes once more.
"But, it was MY fault!" Harry bellowed into the mirror. "I am so sorry Sirius, I was too naïve"
"No Harry, it wasn't your fault. I came to help you, my grandson. It was my own choice to come and help you and your friends. You have nothing to be sorry for."
"But--"
"Harry, I also want you to know that I am extremely proud of you. You can do anything you set your mind to, and I know that you will be a great Auror one day,"
Harry was crying freely again once more. His hands were shaking, and Sirius kept going blury from his tears.
"Harry," said Sirius' kind face. "It shows me great pride to know that the only reason u went to the Department of Mysteries just because of me. I am glad you think that much of me. You have a lot of courage, Harry"
"I went there because I love you, Sirius" said Harry, getting choked up. "You and like a father to me."
Sirius ran a hand through his hair and said with sad eyes "Harry it is time for me to go now though."
"NO! Sirius, you are the only one that really understands me. I don't know what I will do without you."
"I want you to know harry, that I am very proud of you, and so are your parents."
"My parents?"
"Yes."
"Sirius don't go!"
"I have to Harry, you will manage without me."
"NO!"
"I will be in your dreams, and we will meet again someday. As for now, keep your head up high, and you will make it. You have a lot of strength and courage."
"Don't go!"
"Bye Harry"
-POP-
And with that, he was gone.
Harry yelled at the piece of glass again,
"SIRIUS--SIRIUS BLACK!"
But it was no use, Harry knew deep down that he was really gone this time.
"Bye Sirius" Harry whispered to the glass shakily. "Until we meet again."