I'm so proud of you
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It's right after the Third Task- the maze oh Merlin the maze Cedric- and all Harry wants to do is sleep for a million years and forget about everything that had ever happened to him. That seemed to be the best option, after all; he just kept seeing Cedric's lifeless eyes, and Voldemort's red ones, and the fear in his own green orbs- and he hated it, hated it, couldn't handle it. Merlin he's back he took my blood no, please-
Hermione and Ron had comforted him in the best way they could. But Harry could practically see the suspicion in their eyes. Don't doubt me I'm not lying I swear please please please don't go- They believed him, he could tell, but Cedric was dead. He wasn't coming back, and Hermione and Ron couldn't forget that. Neither could Harry.
It had taken all the strength in the world to tell his story twice; to Dumbledore and Sirius, and then to Ron and Hermione. Both parties had listened diligently; but it wasn't easy, no matter which way he looked at it. Don't hate me I didn't mean to blood knife cauldron body-
He finally lost that little bit of resolve when Sirius was standing there in front of him, eyes sympathetic and arms wide open. Harry ran- please please save me- and buried his face in Sirius' shoulder, only barely holding back the tears that were prickling at his eyes.
"You did it, Harry. You were so brave," Sirius whispered. "I'm so proud of you, cub." His black eyes were tender and caring as he held the small boy gently in his arms.
Harry looked up at him. I did it really he's gone no he's not blood I remember but it's okay right tell me it's okay-
Pride- Sirius was proud of him? He had done something right? Apparently so-
Those words meant everything.