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Chapter 2

Harry suddenly stood up not knowing if he really saw what he thought he did or if he was just going insane; it wouldn't have surprised him if he was going insane he had been thinking he had all summer. Part of him wanted to believe that even though Sirius was dead that he would not leave him just like that, Sirius had cared about him and had wanted them to live together. His heart was pounding in his chest as he ran through the common room and down the stairs he took the stairs two maybe three at a time, but it seemed to Harry that he was getting no further down. He scolded himself for thinking like that and continued running. The castle always seemed far too quiet at this time of night and every little noise made Harry jump since he wasn't supposed to be out of his room; he hated being so defenceless and so scared. 'Pull yourself together Harry you're the one that is destined to kill Voldermort, you are the one that won the Tri Wizards Tournament its only a castle with house elves nothing to be scare of you have walked these halls a million times when you weren't suppose to.' Harry screamed silently to himself as he pulled open the huge old wooden doors. He had to see for himself if it had been Padfoot that he had seen, if so and he knew that there was no possible way it could be he needed to explain and make his godfather realise that he was sorry for everything. The guilt was starting to slowly tear Harry apart first he had been responsible for his parents death, then he had been the reason Cedric was killed and now he had killed his godfather, the last person to care about him.

Reaching the edge of the dark forbidden forest Harry began looking carefully for paw prints, footsteps or anything to prove that Padfoot had been there; but of course as he had suspected there was nothing or at least nothing that he could see. As usual Harry cursed his mind for playing tricks on him he hated being himself at times, hated being the one that everyone relied on, the people expect to be calm in a crisis; well what if he had his own crisis like why he had to be the damn boy that lived? Why does everything always happen to him? Can't he just be a normal boy for once in his damn life? He wished that he could just do the normal things boys do simple things like play sports, hang out with friends, talk about girls; but no he has to be different he has to be special. The sudden creak of a door pulled Harry back to reality it was then that he saw Hagrid and began to realise that he was now in trouble, he smiled what he hoped was sweetly at Hagrid, he hoped that the older man would still see him as that eleven year old boy that he saved and that is would get him out of trouble.

"Now what are you doing out here young Harry?"

"Erm…. Hi Hagrid I was just on my way back up to bed"

Hagrid knew that Harry was lying to him and he also knew that it had to be something serious to have Harry wandering round the castle at this time, so he decided to push the issue hoping to get him to open up a little bit. After a bit of prodding Harry eventually wiped at his eyes the urge to cry washing over him again, he didn't want to tell Hagrid what he had seen because he thought that Hagrid would have him sent to St Mungos.

"This is going to sound silly Hagrid and I know that it is not possible however I am sure that I saw Sirius here in the grounds he stopped and looked right up at me it had to be him but I thought he was dead, in fact I seen him die so how can this be possible."

"He is gone Harry no-one likes to admit it, Sirius was a good man it is a shame he is gone but its time you let go you have to accept it Harry. Sirius can't possibly come came back, I'm sorry Harry I really am but it's the truth now let's get you back to the safety of the castle"

The long walk back to the castle was filled with a deadly silence neither of the two males knew what to say to the other, Hagrid knew he had upset Harry and Harry knew that Hagrid was only trying to help but refused to believe that his godfather was dead. How could he possibly accept it, hadn't he seen him? In the Gryffindor common room the usual groups were sat around talking Fred and George in the corner plotting something like they usually were and Seamus was desperately trying to find out what they were plotting though it was obvious that Ron had sent him. The whole room went deadly silent when Harry re-entered and took his place by the window again, he knew what they were thinking but he couldn't bring himself to care. Ron and Hermione were worried about him and even though they would never admit it to Harry, part of them was seriously beginning to believe that Harry was going insane. Life for Harry seemed to have stopped all together he spent as much of his free time in the library, he knew that he would never find the answers that he needed to keep himself sane but he had to try. During the summer he had decided that he was never letting anyone close to him again; he figured it would be easier on him and the people around him compared to people getting close and then dying trying to protect him. Harry was sick of all the death that seemed to happen around him, but say that at the minute he was sick of life as well. To make things worse for Harry all he had to look forward to was another potions lesson with Snape and Slytherin that meant that he would have to see Draco and have to cope with his sick comments. As if reading Harry's mind professor Snape had placed Harry next to Draco claiming he could do with learning a thing or two from Draco. Why did the whole world seem to be against him at the minute?

He sat in his seat his eyes scanning the room; he was bored and no matter how much he tried he couldn't seem to find it inside himself to care about his lessons or the school, everywhere he looked all he seem was the look of sympathy that his friends seemed to wear a lot at the minute. Harry jumped and jolted back to the class as he heard the door open, it was then that he saw the familiar face of Dumbledore who was accompanied by a boy. Though he had never seen the boy before in his life but there was something familiar about his eyes, something that he couldn't explain…. Something about him that seemed to draw Harry's attention to him and made it hard to look away, it seemed to Harry that this was the first thing he had even paid attention too since the end of last year.

"Students this is Alexander Venustas he has just transferred here, he has been sorted into Gryffindor but I hope that this will not effect how you treat him. Please make him feel welcome."

Snape sneered, "Venustas sit down next to Potter," he pointed towards Harry there was the same venom in his voice that was present when he spoke to Potter.

"Hi I'm Alexander but please feel free to call me Alex… I hate Alexander, you must be the famous Harry Potter I have heard a lot about you, but then again who in this world hasn't" his eyes seemed to brighten slightly or maybe it was a tick of the light

"Seems like everyone has heard of me though I don't know why it's not like I actually did anything, I bet that all the things have been good things? Nothing seems ever to be said about all the mistakes I made, the lives I have risked and even lost or how everyone that gets closed to me gets killed in some horrible way"

"I heard about Cedric and your godfather wasn't it? Sirius Black"

He shrugs his shoulders trying to block out the pain

"Hey Harry I know we just met but if there is anything you want or anything I can do to help just ask, I know that sometimes it is easier to talk to a stranger than it is to talk to someone who loves you."

"Whatever" Harry finally looked up at the boy properly and realised that the boy had a similar kind of look to his godfather but he also though that it could all be nothing but a coincidence, either way it kind of knocked the wind of Harry a little.

Harry had already decided that he didn't like the boy and wanted nothing to do with him, Alexander reminded him too much of Sirius and all those memories that he wanted to keep hidden, from himself and the rest of the world. Harry sighed as he walked back to the common room after potions; all the way there Alexander tried to make conversation though Harry only seemed to reply in a mechanically sort of way. Although he did talk to the boy he really pay any attention to what he was saying, all Harry could think about was that he didn't want to know anything about Alex. Harry took his normal seat by the window pulling out a library book trying to ignore Alexander as the young boy walked over.

"Hey Harry you ok?"

"I'm fine Venustas I just want to be left alone."

"If that's what you want Harry but I'm sure Cedric and Sirius wouldn't want you to dwell on things do you? I'm sure that they don't blame you so why should you blame yourself?"

That thought suddenly stung Harry, he knew that Sirius would tell him to live his life since one of them had to but he wasn't ready too yet. The pain for Harry was still too real and he couldn't imagine a time where he wouldn't have this black hole in his heart. Alex started walking away but gave Harry one last thing to think about.

"The hardest thing to do in this world is live in it"