Sorry.. I just finished the book and felt like writing something about him!

Everything related to Harry Potter belongs to JKR

If you haven't read the book yet, DONT CONTINUE!!!!! 

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Harry sat miserably on his bed. It was last night before returning to Privet Drive at the end of his 5th year at Hogwarts.
He had a huge book on his hands. Both hands shaking with anger and sadness. A small mirror beside him. 
If only he had seen it before, none of this would have happened.
The book was a picture book and there was a picture wrapped off the paper, the only one where he appeared.
Three persons were smiling widely at him. A beautiful, red-haired woman with emerald eyes, a young man with black
messy hair wearing glasses, and another good-looking black-haired young man. He stared at this last person, while his
eyes watered with tears.
He had been living 12 years without any knowledge of his existence, on his 13th year, he knew he was alive, and later 
he knew he could count on him. He was the one he had ever loved as a father.
And he, Harry, had been the most important person for him. The one he only cared about, more than his own life.
And now he was gone.
Why did it have to be like this? Why these things only happened to him? How come he lost the one person he loved so much? 
Why?
Harry started sobbing. He looked around for any sign of his fellow Gryffindor mates, but they were all still in the Great Hall, 
having the last dinner. Even Ron had stayed there, Hermione had told him to stay.
'Harry would like to be on his own, Ron' she whispered him once Harry stood up and walked slowly out of the Great Hall.
Harry turned his eyes again at the picture and then at the mirror.. it was worth trying once more. He took the mirror with his
hand still trembling and said firmly 'Sirius Black' but he, as all the times he had tried, only saw his reflection on it. He turned 
the mirror, to see again Sirius' handwriting.
Why was it so hard? Suddenly he realised he regreted more Sirius' death than his own father's, but well, at least he had met 
Sirius, and Sirius had loved him. He had treated him like his best friend, like his son.
Harry took the picture again, closed the book and put it inside his open trunk
'I promise, Sirius, Lestrange is going to regret had killing you' And he pocketed the picture inside his robes.


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Okay.. that's all. You know, when I started the book I told myself I loved Sirius so much..
 even more than before.. and then... he got killed... I cried. Why it hadn't been Lupin? 
Why had Harry had to be on his own again? But well, only JK knows why.. *sobs* Hope you liked it!