9. Wishes

Sirius laughed as he realized the stupidity of what he was doing. He was wishing on a star! His star, sure, but still a star. He wasn't even sure he had done that sort of thing when he was a kid. But that's what ten years in prison does to you, he figured; it drives you to do crazy things like wishing on stars.

Sirius wasn't just wishing for anything, though. He was wishing for Harry. Every day he wondered what his godson was up to. He knew Vernon and Petunia and knew what horrible people they were. Harry couldn't possibly be happy there. Sirius closed his eyes and wished as hard as he could that Harry would be happy and that he would have friends. Even if he never saw his godson again, even if he never got to be the cool godfather he'd always wanted to be, he just wanted Harry to be happy. Most of all, though, Sirius wished that somehow Harry knew that he was loved.

Many miles away, Harry wished on a star for freedom, for friends and for someone to love him.

The next day, he received a letter.


A/N: Ack, sappy! I know these are short, and apologies for that. I'm not very good at extending ideas over long periods of time, but I'm working on it.