Me- Sigh "Alas I don't own Harry Potter or any of these characters" sigh

Harry- "Uuugghh! For the last time nobody owns me!" walks out

Harry was sitting out on the soft green grass leaning back on a shady beech tree just looking blankly in to the black lake. That was all he ever did these days since the Department of Mysteries fiasco that claimed his godfather's, Sirius, life. He didn't talk to his friends about it, or Remus, none of the adults.

'What do they know anyway?' Harry scoffed to himself

'Nothing' he thought to himself

He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone sit down next to him till they spoke.

"They're worried about you, you know." Someone said in a deep calm voice beside him.

Harry jumped a good two feet while whipping his head around so fast that he was surprised that he didn't give himself whip lash. He turned his head around to see the eldest Weasley son, Bill, sitting next to him.

Bill was a curse breaker at Gringotts. He had long read hair that was always tied back with a hair band at the base of his neck along with a single fang earring. Bill was facing him with a raised eyebrow, waiting for him to answer.

"I know." Harry whispered in a raspy voice turning his head to Bill to look him in the eyes that were hallow, haunted.

'Eyes that have seen too much death for one life time.' Bill thought

"You're not alone in this Harry." Bill said wisely looking out onto the plain.

"Yes I am. I'm the only one who can end this stupid war." Harry said in a hallow voice.

"That's true but there are still people that care about you." Bill said sliding over and putting an arm over the person who he considered his honorary brother.

"You shouldn't block out people that care about you. They will help you get over this pain that you're feeling." He continued softly

"They don't know about how I feel, what I lost." Harry said thinking back at the painful memories that he had with Sirius.

"May be but you still have family." The eldest Weasley son said looking at the Boy-Who-Lived out of the corner of his eye.

"The Dursleys?" Harry scoffed "Their not family."

"But there is still us. Mum and Dad look at you as their seventh son. Gred, Forge, Ron, Charlie, and Ginny look to you as their honorary brother. Remus you may not know it looks to you as his cub and only son. Dumbledore looks to you as the grandson that he never had. McGonagall if you didn't know has a soft spot for you in her heart also." The older man said.

"I get it" Harry said softly feeling the tears welling up in his eyes.

"And I …. And I look to you as my little brother too." Bill finished gathering Harry up in a comforting embrace as the tears started to cascade down his face.

"I know that Sirius looked down to you as the son that he never had. He would be so proud of you. I know I am." Bill soothed in Harry's ear. He started t rock his younger sibling back and forth hoping to calm him down.

Harry peaked up at the man that he looked up to as an older brother as his sobs subsided from is out break.

"Sorry that you have to deal with this, Bill." Harry said softly as he accepted the comfort that was given to him.

"There's nothing to apologize for Harry. If anyone deserves to cry it's you." Bill said, pausing "That's what big brothers are for, to comfort the younger siblings when they cry an' such." He said looking down at the bespectacled boy. He could still see the haunted look in those dull emerald eyes. All he, Bill, could hope for is that it will fade over time.

'So young to deal with the deaths of loved ones and the weight of the world' Bill thought sadly

Fin

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