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A/N: Drabble 7 published Mon 7 Sept


Nature

Nature was a curious thing, he mused as he sat on the grass holding Harry against his body. While your world falls apart around you, nature just goes on. The world keeps turning, the trees still sway, the grass still grows, the sun will still rise and set even if you're trapped in the dark of your mind, suffocating on your grief.

Sirius Black was dead. The centre of Harry's universe was gone and he hated himself for feeling glad about it. Hated that it caused so much pain to what was his.

He watched the lake from where they sat underneath a tree. A tree he knew Sirius Black once sat under. And life went on around them. Nature stopped for no man's pain.

And if it had started raining heavily as Harry's sobs renewed and his arms tightened around him, well surely that was a coincidence.