Disclamer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything that has to do with the wonderful world . If I owned Harry Potter maybe I wouldn't have killed Sirius.
Summary: This is my interpitation of Harry's thoughts a few days after Sirius has died.
I appreciate any reviews that I can get.
Nobody knew how badly this had affected me. Nobody would ever be able to take his place. He was the role model and older brother figure that I had always wanted and needed. In a mere two seconds that had been taken away from me. But why? Would anyone ever be able to answer that question? Probably not, those questions will go into the unanswered file with all of the others. People always said that things always happened for a reason. Was there a reason now? For this event? Nobody could have seen this coming. He wasn't supposed to be there. It was my entire fault. Now thanks to me having to save everybody I will never be able to see, or talk to him ever again. All of my life I had wanted someone who I could talk to about things. Finally two years ago I had that chance to meet the one man who my parents had given responsibility for me, if anything ever happened to them. My godfather the one man I could trust. Then after not knowing him for more than two years I am left alone in the world again. Sure there are a lot of people who care about me, or at least think they do. There are a lot of people who are watching over me and who think they know what's best for me. I wish that they could stand in my shoes and feel all of the pain and suffering that I am feeling right now. But no, they wouldn't give me two seconds of their time to come and talk to me about what happened and how I feel. For once in my life no one is asking me how I feel and I want them to. I could be crying myself to sleep every night knowing that I could have been the one person to save him but no, nobody knows and will ever find out. I could go and have a talk with someone. But who? Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Lupin, Mrs. Weasley almost anyone. But no, they don't understand me. The one person that understood me is gone. Gone forever. Never again will I be able to get his advice. And what will people say when they see me sulking over some escaped convicts death. 'Oh look at that poor buy, don't cry he never did anything for you anyway'. And sometimes that's how I feel. He did tell me a lot about the Order of the Phoenix, and he always fought for what I wanted, but he didn't impact my life as I hoped he would have. Now instead of having this great influence to live with, all I have is an empty hole in my heart. And these are my thoughts and feelings just days after the death of the only person I have cared about the most in my life. Rest In Peace, Sirius Black.
Summary: This is my interpitation of Harry's thoughts a few days after Sirius has died.
I appreciate any reviews that I can get.
Nobody knew how badly this had affected me. Nobody would ever be able to take his place. He was the role model and older brother figure that I had always wanted and needed. In a mere two seconds that had been taken away from me. But why? Would anyone ever be able to answer that question? Probably not, those questions will go into the unanswered file with all of the others. People always said that things always happened for a reason. Was there a reason now? For this event? Nobody could have seen this coming. He wasn't supposed to be there. It was my entire fault. Now thanks to me having to save everybody I will never be able to see, or talk to him ever again. All of my life I had wanted someone who I could talk to about things. Finally two years ago I had that chance to meet the one man who my parents had given responsibility for me, if anything ever happened to them. My godfather the one man I could trust. Then after not knowing him for more than two years I am left alone in the world again. Sure there are a lot of people who care about me, or at least think they do. There are a lot of people who are watching over me and who think they know what's best for me. I wish that they could stand in my shoes and feel all of the pain and suffering that I am feeling right now. But no, they wouldn't give me two seconds of their time to come and talk to me about what happened and how I feel. For once in my life no one is asking me how I feel and I want them to. I could be crying myself to sleep every night knowing that I could have been the one person to save him but no, nobody knows and will ever find out. I could go and have a talk with someone. But who? Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Lupin, Mrs. Weasley almost anyone. But no, they don't understand me. The one person that understood me is gone. Gone forever. Never again will I be able to get his advice. And what will people say when they see me sulking over some escaped convicts death. 'Oh look at that poor buy, don't cry he never did anything for you anyway'. And sometimes that's how I feel. He did tell me a lot about the Order of the Phoenix, and he always fought for what I wanted, but he didn't impact my life as I hoped he would have. Now instead of having this great influence to live with, all I have is an empty hole in my heart. And these are my thoughts and feelings just days after the death of the only person I have cared about the most in my life. Rest In Peace, Sirius Black.
