The journey from King's Cross was silent. Silent for Harry anyway. Dudley cowered in the back seat, shrinking away from Harry, not fully recovered from the Dementor attack. Uncle Vernon shouted at dangerous drivers and Aunt Petunia agreed with her husband so much her head nearly fell off from nodding.
Harry ignored them.
He didn't listen to his Uncle's cursing, he looked unseeing out of the window.
The world was dark. It was grey, raining and miserable. Like Harry.
It was hard for him to believe that the one person who could have saved him was gone.
Sirius. Harry's godfather, his father's surrogate brother. The only person who could understand Harry.
Harry knew why it was so frustrating for Sirius to be cooped up at Grimmauld Place . He was stuck at Privet drive for weeks on end every summer. He knew Sirius would try to save him.
Was he reckless or just frightened ?
Did he go to the Ministry for Harry, or just to stretch his legs?
There would be no more letters.
He wouldn't receive any outside letters when he was at Hogwarts. Harry hoped Remus would write, but would it be the same? Would Remus be another Father figure for Harry or just a concerned adult?
Not that he had anything to be concerned about. The prophecy. Harry's life was confirmed, kill or be killed, but Harry couldn't bear to think about that. He wanted- he needed to grieve for Sirius.
It was Harry's fault he is dead. If he hadn't been so stupid!
Harry slumped his head onto the window, silently sighing.
A tear fell.
He didn't care if his ghastly relatives said anything. He didn't have room to care. He was numb.
He was constantly stabbed in the stomach, before the fresh injuries healed.
The world was against him.
The life he tried to save was lost.
Sirius didn't have the best life, he was brought up with an Evil Family, then locked away for twelve years for a crime he didn't commit. To kill his best friends? How could anyone believe Sirius would do that to anyone, let alone his brother!
Harry wondered if Sirius had changed when he escaped Azkaban. Was he just starting to get back to his normal self ?
How could he know ? He hardly knew Sirius before he was taken away from him.
This was it. Sirius had left earth but he hadn't left Harry. Just like his parents.
Harry may have known Sirius for a lot less longer than he would have liked, but one thing's for sure, Sirius would want the war to end, he would want good to conquer. He wouldn't want Voldemort to win.
Harry was going to fight, he was going to see the war through.
It was a small comfort to know that wherever Sirius was, he would be with his best friend.
Sirius smiled at his Godsons epiphany. "You can do it." he muttered, then turned to back to James and Lily. After fourteen years, he was finally home.