When You're Gone
The pain in Harry's heart grew more and more, each day. At night, he would wake screaming as he saw his godfather fall through that Veil. He had decided he hated the colour of his eyes. Green. The same colour as the Killing Curse. The manic cackle of Bellatrix Lestrange echoed in his mind like a permanent taunt. The fading sun beat down on Harry's back as he swung slowly on the swing in the park, but Harry was cold.
Harry's eyes narrowed as he watched a couple of teenage girls whisper about something and giggle, as he watched a couple of boys kick a football about. Harry felt numb. He didn't understand how they could be so happy when he felt like the whole world was falling apart. The muggles wondered around as if they didn't have a care in the world. The wizarding world couldn't care less about what happened to Sirius Black as long as he wouldn't hurt them. Therefore, they were happy he was gone. Didn't these people understand what a good person Sirius had been?
When Harry looked up again, he saw the park was now deserted. He heard a faint rustle to his left and a large black dog emerged from the undergrowth. It looked familiar to Harry and he knew why. It looked like Sirius' animagus form. The dog glanced at Harry and came trotting over. Harry felt a glimmer of hope as the dog rested its big head in his lap. The dog's tail thumped lightly on the earthy ground.
"Sirius?" Harry asked, his voice thick with hope. The dog didn't move. "Sirius, please. If it's you show me. I need you so much. I'm so sorry I got you killed. Merlin, Sirius, is it you? Please tell me it is."
Harry's eyes burned as he tried to hold back his tears. The dog removed his head form Harry's lap and disappeared down the road. It was then that Harry finally realised Sirius had gone forever and he wouldn't come back. For the first time, since that fateful day, Harry cried. For hours he lay in the park, letting tears cascade down his pale cheeks. He hated everything and everyone. He felt so empty, so alone, so numb. The one person, who had been his proper family, had left him.
He would do anything to have him back. Sirius had understood him like no one else had. He didn't need to explain himself to Sirius. Harry had been just Harry with Sirius. None of the Boy-Who-Lived or The Chosen One stuff. Just Harry.
Night had fallen. Harry's blood-shot eyes stared up at the stars. Who was he meant to turn to now? Who was going to be his father figure?
Sighing, Harry pushed himself off the ground and started his way back to Number 4. As he did so, a soft whisper of wind brushed against his body. It sounded… like a voice.
"The ones who love us, never really leave us…"
Harry turned and looked up at the sky again. Those were the same words Sirius had said to him before he escaped on Buckbeak in Harry's third year.
Up there, in between the glittering stars, one shone brighter than any other. A soft smile graced Harry's face. It was then he realised, that Sirius would always be with him and that of Harry ever needed him, Sirius would be there, even if he couldn't answer or Harry couldn't see him. It was then that Harry realised that-
"The ones who love us, never really leave us," Harry whispered softly.