Hi ya! I've had REALLY bad writers block, so I just keep writing one-shots, hoping to get ideas for my other stories. It has failed so far. Have fun with this!

WARNING: OotP spoilers.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Notice: This is dedicated (once again) to Kiki, or SiriuslyFunny, because, I wrote it for her!

88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888

I can't believe I broke the mirror. It was my last connection to Sirius, and I broke it.

I grew up without a real family. I never knew my parents. And somehow, I was okay with it. I never felt like anything was missing until I knew what I had lost. Before I knew about my parents, they were like strangers. People who my aunt and uncle had met on the street once. I had now idea of their sacrifice. Then I came to Hogwarts. Suddenly, I was bombarded with information. And I felt so lost. Like everybody had gone to this big party, and I hadn't been invited.

But, as much as I wanted to know them, it never occurred to me to find their friends. They had to have friends that were still alive. Then, I met Remus Lupin. He kept the fact that he was my father's friend a secret. But he gave me a thing that I had never had before. Love. He was almost like my father. He really cared about me.

And after him, I met a wonderful man named Sirius Black. Sirius WAS my father. Not biologically, but in my heart. But then, Sirius died. All he did was fall behind a curtain, I could have saved him! But part of me knows. I couldn't have saved him.

And now he's gone. I never even got to say good-bye. I feel like somebody has gutted me. Cut out my heart. I feel so lost. Again. Even more so then before. Because now, it's not that I didn't know him, it's the fact that I did. It hurts, so bad. He's gone. I finally thought somebody was here to stay, and he left.

I don't know if I can deal. But I know I have to. I'm trapped. There's not way to leave. Nowhere to go. I just want to leave. Go crawl into my bed and cry. To scream. But I have to keep it together.

Or, at least, that's what I thought before I broke the mirror. Now I don't know what to do. It was my last connection to Sirius, and I broke it. It's jagged remains are scattered all around. The shattered glass is so sharp and uneven.

The mirror is broken. Just like me.

88888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888888
Yay, another one-shot! R&R, and remember, flames are for arsonists!