DISCLAIMER: I don't get why we need these things…-shakes head in wonderment-
A/N: This is a short little one-shot ficlet. It's most definitely a spur of the moment thing, and possibly the shortest thing I've ever written. So, just click that little button at the bottom of the review and tell me what you think, 'cause I really do want to know!
No one will really understand what Harry feels. I know that, I understand that.
These past few days, after, well…after that day, he seems different. Quiet, kind of aloof. It's like something surrounds him, something that distorts what he sees, what he feels.
Sirius' death is a part of it, I know. He acts like Ron and I will never understand.
But it hurts us, too!
We knew Sirius. We still feel the sting of his death. It aches, always aches. Maybe it hurt Harry more—he certainly thinks so—because Sirius was his godfather, his only family.
Sometimes I want to go up to him and slap him, slap him hard. Sirius dying hurt me, too, but he doesn't even bother to notice.
At the same time, I know it's more. He walks around the school, looking, always looking. It's as if he's trying to absorb everything, to remember it.
I want to shake him, to talk to him, anything to make him talk to us, to me.
But I can't.
Gryffindor I may be, but I've got no courage. I'm afraid of what he'll say. 'Cause no matter what it is, I know it'll change everything.