This is a sappy one shot fic about the person who died in OotP. Obviously
major spoilers. Review!
As he looked down on the grave, he felt something stirring within him. Something so powerful, he felt it would rip out of his body at any moment. It was a mixture of emotions, sadness, regret, guilt, and anger.
Sadness because he was gone, and regret because he wasn't coming back. Regret that he never said goodbye. Regret that he had ever went there, regret he hadn't listened to Snape.
Guilt. Guilt he had led his friends into danger, guilt he had risked their lives. Everyone said they were lucky to come out of it ok, but Harry knew better. They hadn't come out ok. He had suffered, more than anyone could fathom, and as he relived that fateful night 5 years ago, he felt a single tear slide down his cheek.
And anger, anger at everyone who didn't understand, people who tried to cheer him up, people who acted like nothing happened, people who always said what a great man and godfather he was. It was true, but he couldn't help but think bitterly, 'he'd be a better god father if he was alive.'
The Weasley's were there, as well as Hermione. Ron and she were seriously in love, and Ginny and Harry had become closer as a result. Ginny wrapped an arm around him, and reached up to brush away the tears. He clung to her tightly.
"When I met you, I thought I could never hate anyone more than I hated you. You were the reason I had no parents, the reason my life is a living hell, the reason I was different. But then I met you, and everything changed. You gave me hope, a dream for a better future. That hope was smashed, but those 3 years were the best of my life. You were there for me, and I miss you more than anything or anyone. You were the father I never had, the caring, loving person I had never had in my life before. So even though the rat smashed my hope in my 3rd year, there was always hope, and my future was brightened. I miss you, love you and always will. Goodbye."
The girls sniffed loudly, while the men covered their faces to hide their tears. But Harry was crying openly, not caring who saw.
Somewhere out there, beyond the veil, not one person was proud of him. Three were. And as the living clung to each other crying, the dead smiled, knowing he was the savior and knowing he was their son.
And as they turned to walk away, Sirius whispered, "I love you too, Harry."
Yeah I know major sap! It was so sad, he was my favorite person!
As he looked down on the grave, he felt something stirring within him. Something so powerful, he felt it would rip out of his body at any moment. It was a mixture of emotions, sadness, regret, guilt, and anger.
Sadness because he was gone, and regret because he wasn't coming back. Regret that he never said goodbye. Regret that he had ever went there, regret he hadn't listened to Snape.
Guilt. Guilt he had led his friends into danger, guilt he had risked their lives. Everyone said they were lucky to come out of it ok, but Harry knew better. They hadn't come out ok. He had suffered, more than anyone could fathom, and as he relived that fateful night 5 years ago, he felt a single tear slide down his cheek.
And anger, anger at everyone who didn't understand, people who tried to cheer him up, people who acted like nothing happened, people who always said what a great man and godfather he was. It was true, but he couldn't help but think bitterly, 'he'd be a better god father if he was alive.'
The Weasley's were there, as well as Hermione. Ron and she were seriously in love, and Ginny and Harry had become closer as a result. Ginny wrapped an arm around him, and reached up to brush away the tears. He clung to her tightly.
"When I met you, I thought I could never hate anyone more than I hated you. You were the reason I had no parents, the reason my life is a living hell, the reason I was different. But then I met you, and everything changed. You gave me hope, a dream for a better future. That hope was smashed, but those 3 years were the best of my life. You were there for me, and I miss you more than anything or anyone. You were the father I never had, the caring, loving person I had never had in my life before. So even though the rat smashed my hope in my 3rd year, there was always hope, and my future was brightened. I miss you, love you and always will. Goodbye."
The girls sniffed loudly, while the men covered their faces to hide their tears. But Harry was crying openly, not caring who saw.
Somewhere out there, beyond the veil, not one person was proud of him. Three were. And as the living clung to each other crying, the dead smiled, knowing he was the savior and knowing he was their son.
And as they turned to walk away, Sirius whispered, "I love you too, Harry."
Yeah I know major sap! It was so sad, he was my favorite person!