Everything
has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When
it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
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AU 6th year Sirius Will Be COMING BACK
Prologue
Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived, was sick of life. Really, what did he have to live for now? Sirius, his beloved godfather was dead, and it was all because of him. Of course, it was his fault. Everything was his fault, wasn't it? Dumbledore, the great self proclaimed Lord of Light had told him the prophecy. How thoughtful of him. Harry's whole perception of the world had changed in that moment. Before, Harry had just taken everything the wizarding world had given him. Oh, he had complained of course, not that it made a difference. But this, this was different. He was tired of this, the world using him as their scapegoat. It had started small, with the Dursleys. Anything that went wrong in their lives had been his fault. Heaven forbid, they actually thought the freak wasn't to blame. When he went to Hogwarts at the tender and innocent age of eleven, he thought he had gotten away from it. How silly, really. As soon as Snape had given him the famous "Mr. Potter, our new celebrity," speech, he seemed to have a personal vendetta against Harry, as if Harry was in the wrong just for breathing. Then the whole Heir of Slytherin fiasco in his second year, Sirius' escape from Azkaban in his third year, the awful articles from Rita Skeeter in fourth year, the Triwizard Tournament and Cedric's death, and now this. Well, no more. He wouldn't take any shit from Dumbledore or the public. And we can't forget his so-called friends, now can we? He had overheard a conversation over Christmas break at Headquarters between Weasley and Granger. Apparently, his friends had been spying on him since first year, and to top it all off, they had made him extremely biased against anyone or anything that could help him. In that moment, Harry Potter ceased to live, and in his place, something wonderful and new existed. Just Harry.
