Harry couldn't stand it any more. All this anger inside him. He could feel it boiling in his blood. He felt like he couldn't breathe. Dumbledore is avoiding him. The ministry doesn't believe him about anything. About Ced, about Voldemort. Dumbledore is hiding things. Keeping the people he cares most about silent. Harry had never felt more alone. Isolated. Now, the order is showing him how Fudge is making him into a liar. He couldn't hold it in anymore. He threw the Phrophet down on the table. He stands up abrubtly, kicking the chair down. Sirius reaches his hand out to him. He swats it away, not wanting comfort of any kind. He could feel the anger welling up inside him. A volcano about to explode. Boiling hot anger. Like lava. He was aware of all the eyes on him. He punched the wall. Merlin, that felt good. He punched it again. And again. And again. His fist finally broke through the wall. He could feel the blood running down his hand. He screamed as loud as he could. He was losing it! It was driving him up a wall. He's gone mad.
"Sorry." He muttered to the room. He left the room and went up the stairs. He needed an uninterrupted sleep! And that was, hopefully, what he would get.
Sirius watched Harry leave the room.
"I wish I knew what to do." Sirius said.
"Don't worry Padfoot. He's just frustrated right now. He has so much on his plate right now. He feels angry and alone. Almost like James in sixth year."
"Oh yeah. He would barely talk to us for months. I don't blame him though, I have never seen anyone get turned down that many times without giving up. Lily really ran him through." Replied Sirius.
"Well I'm betting that Harry is just like James. We should leave him alone for now. Later, we will let him know that he's never alone. Until then, we should just give him space to cool off. This break down is exactly what he needs. He'll feel better in the morning." Said Remus.
Sirius sighed.
"Always right, you are." He told Remus even though he knew Remus was right, he couldn't help but stare at the door…