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(I changed the argument between Harry and the woman down at the bottom of the page back to the original text I had it in, so if you have questions, contact me. My inbox is open to all!!) Broken Promises Ch. 2

The News of the Year

By sprinklescake67

Pitter, patter, drip, drops.

The rain continued to descend in torrents from the skies above, reflecting the sulking sixteen-year-olds mood. Unruly black locks kept falling into emerald eyes situated behind glasses. Though it had been months since the disappearance of his godfather, Sirius Black into the veil, Harry Potter continued to spiral into the depths of depression by his self-blamed and guilt-ridden conscious. Slowly, his body was wasting away from the inside out. Harry was still lean, as well as muscular now, but from the lack of proper meals and sleep; he became a shell of a once inhabited body. Still, he adamantly refused to admit that Sirius was dead. Sirius disappeared, an extended vacation; he would come back; he always came back.

"Hey Harry, mate. Please snap out of it and come back to the living world."

Harry turned blank eyes towards his two best friends. The one who spoke was a tall, blue-eyed redhead. Ronald Weasley, the very first friend Harry ever made, and the one who stuck by Harry's side through the years. The other person was Harry's other best friend, Hermione Granger. Shorter then the two boys, she had light brown hair that hung past her shoulders, and brown eyes. She changed a lot over the summer, none of which escaped Ron's attention. Hermione was the brain's of the trio, Ron was the entertainer, and he, Harry...he was the hero. The one everyone looked to when things got hectic.

"Ron's right, Harry. We are worried about you. Besides, we're wanted in the meeting room. Dumbledore's coming today."

Harry sighed. Dumbledore, the man that Harry used to respect, but no longer. He didn't help Harry when he needed him the most. Now Sirius was gone, and Voldemort on a rampage.

"Very well, I'll be down in a few."

His two friends looked relieved at the simple speech. They tried to bring back the Harry they once knew: the happy-go-lucky, I'll-save-you-no-matter- what Harry. He used to feel anger, resentment, remorse, but now Harry never felt any emotion of any kind anymore. Whenever a person was around, Harry would put on a false act, being civil and cold towards them. Once he was left in the company of his friends or alone again, Harry drew back into the dark confines of his mind. That was why Hermione and Rom tried to be there all the time to bring him home. It was there turn to save him.

"Then we well wait for you downstairs in the meeting room. Don't take too long, Harry. Let's go, Ron." Hermione walked out, with Ron following after a glance back.

Once they were gone, Harry resumed his vigilant watch over the rain; the storm was slowly dying down. The battle between Bellatrix and Sirius replayed in his mind repeatedly. Sighing once again, Harry shook his head to rid his head of such thoughts, when something caught his eye. Staring past his reflection in the window, Harry felt his eyes widen. Standing behind him was a woman. Quickly turning to look at the room, he found no one there. Turning back to the window, Harry found the woman still there. Instead of being afraid or confused though, Harry felt peaceful and relaxed. Somehow, this lady calmed him by just looking at her. Light- lavender hair was styled into two buns atop her head with streamers falling to the floor behind her. A strapless, white dress with a bow in front hugged her figure before flowing behind her in a train. Butterfly-like wings behind her gave the fairy a spiritual glow. On her forehead, an upturned golden crescent moon glowed faintly while her red eyes locked with Harry's green ones. The figure smiled serenely at him before speaking.

"It is good to see you again, young Harry Potter. You have changed a great deal; grown-up in a short amount of time."

"What?...Who?...How?.." The woman chuckled.

"I have known you since you were a child. You could say I was a friend of the family. As for what I am, I am a spirit. I came her to talk to you."

"About what?" the figure looked sadly at him.

"Sirius Black. Little one, you are not the only on grieving. Open your eyes to your friends, they are in pain as well. So much depends on you-"Harry cut her off.

"What if I don't want to be the hero this time. Why must I do it, why can't someone else take my place?" The lady did not look to pleased with his outburst. Her voice acquired a sharp edge to it.

"Open you eyes and look around you, little one. There are those who are worse off than you are; those that have lost more; those that have overcome so much just to be thrown more horrors. Some must fight constantly just to live to see another day. There are witches and wizards out there, putting their lives on the line, fighting for a tomorrow they do not know if they will have, each placing their trust into you. And YOU...you mope around as if the world revolves around you. You are not the only one who has been hurt by Voldemort! You say you hate bullies and those who don't pull their weight, yet here you are being selfish, acting like a downright spoiled CHILD throwing a tantrum instead of trying to FIX the problem!"

"Maybe I do, but bullies don't murder every person dear to me. They don't murder my parents for something for something I don't know about. They don't try to kill you because your supposed to be the downfall of someone you never heard of till six years ago. And most-of-all, they don't enjoy obliterating your godfather!"

"Has if never occurred to you that Sirius Black was never supposed to die?"

Silence crept slowly back into the room. Even the rain seemed to be muffled. As Harry's mouth flapped open, unable to produce any audible sound, she continued on.

"You do not understand the complexity of the destiny you are supposed to complete. The path you choose to fulfill the destiny is entirely your choice, but the final outcome in the end shall remain the same. The road you chose is riddled with challenges and suffering. Unfortunately. Sirius was not supposed to die. This event threatens the future; a future we must protect. She paused to allow Harry to collect his thoughts.

Harry, who lowered his head in shame throughout the woman's speech, now raised teary eyes back up to look at her. "I am sorry for my actions. I have been spoiled haven't I? I know what I'm supposed to do. The world watches me, and I feel like I'm falling. I just wish there was someone who I could share the burden with. It's just so hard sometimes...very hard.." the woman's eyes softened once more at his confession.

"I understand. You wish will be granted soon enough, though not in the way you think. Sirius Black shall be given another opportunity to return to this world if you complete the task set in front of you. There is another who holds the weight of responsibility on their shoulders. Find her. Find her for me please. Help her as payback to those who suffered, bring her back." The fairy began to fade from view.

"How will I find her? What am I supposed to do?"

"Find the one who is in love with the world, but the world has deserted. She is the last hope. If you need me, call on me little one. I'll always be watching you."

"Wait! I don't even know..." The figure faded from view completely. "your name" Harry's shoulders slumped until the wind whispered into his ear.

"I am..."

Finally content, but confused, Harry turned toward the door to join his friends downstairs. With one last look toward the window where moonlight was tumbling in after the storms fury, Harry slipped a small smile on his face before closing the door.

"Thank you, Selenity. Thank you very much."

A/N: Sorry it's kinda short. I was gonna post this a long time ago, but I kept trying to improve it. I can't seem to get it right. Oh well. I any one has any suggestions, your welcome to fire away. Heck, I even take flames, good or bad. I'm a new writer so I look forward to hearing your comments. Next chapter concerns the "meeting" and Dumbldore's speech. See you then!! Hearts Sprinklescake67