Wrapped up in his cloak, Harry sat staring out at the falling snow.
Mrs. Weasley had invited him to the Burrow for Christmas this year, but he was running a bit low on Holiday Spirit, and couldn't quite think of a place that stocked it.
Mostly because everything seemed to remind him of Sirius, expecially around Holidays.
Once, on Halloween he thought he saw a big shaggy black dog.
It had been a bush.
Sniffing, Harry traced a finger through the snow on the ground beside him.
S-I-R-I --
A sudden noise startled him, his U dropping into more of a curvey line if anything.
"Ron, I-" Harry started, only to be cut off by someone who was definately not his best friend Ronald Weasley.
"Its me, Harry" The voice of Ron's older brother Bill said softly.
He sat down next to Harry, looking sad himself.
"You miss him, don't you?" Bill said quitely.
Harry stopped himself from snapping "Of course I do!", and nodded slowly instead.
His face was cold and wet from crying, and he knew he was shivering. How could Bill stand to look at him like this and not laugh at how pathetic he was being?
Pulling a cloth from inside his cloak, Bill smiled warmly at Harry and dabbed the tears from his face and scooted closer.
"Harry..." Bill said, wrapping an arm around Harry and sighing "I know its hard, I do. But you can't dwell on it. You've always got him-" Here, he broke off and put his hand against Harry's chest "In your heart, remember that."
Harry smiled, feeling a little better.
"I'm not trying to tell you to forget him, or to live with it, but I am telling you that life goes on. And eventually the hurt will dull."
Laying his head on Bill's shoulder, Harry nodded slowly.
Bill stopped speaking, and Harry realised he was leaning against the other boy in a way not suitable for two males.
Yet he didn't move.
But, Bill did. Slowly, he rested his head against Harry's and smiled.
"Thank you Bill." Harry said, his eyes no longer stinging with tears.
"Anytime, Harry. Anytime." Bill replied, rubbing Harry's arm and sighing.
Shifting, Harry planted a kiss on Bill's cheek and settled back down into the other boys arms.
A small smile played across his lips as he drifted off to sleep in the snow, warm and safe in Bill Weasley's arms.
Mrs. Weasley had invited him to the Burrow for Christmas this year, but he was running a bit low on Holiday Spirit, and couldn't quite think of a place that stocked it.
Mostly because everything seemed to remind him of Sirius, expecially around Holidays.
Once, on Halloween he thought he saw a big shaggy black dog.
It had been a bush.
Sniffing, Harry traced a finger through the snow on the ground beside him.
S-I-R-I --
A sudden noise startled him, his U dropping into more of a curvey line if anything.
"Ron, I-" Harry started, only to be cut off by someone who was definately not his best friend Ronald Weasley.
"Its me, Harry" The voice of Ron's older brother Bill said softly.
He sat down next to Harry, looking sad himself.
"You miss him, don't you?" Bill said quitely.
Harry stopped himself from snapping "Of course I do!", and nodded slowly instead.
His face was cold and wet from crying, and he knew he was shivering. How could Bill stand to look at him like this and not laugh at how pathetic he was being?
Pulling a cloth from inside his cloak, Bill smiled warmly at Harry and dabbed the tears from his face and scooted closer.
"Harry..." Bill said, wrapping an arm around Harry and sighing "I know its hard, I do. But you can't dwell on it. You've always got him-" Here, he broke off and put his hand against Harry's chest "In your heart, remember that."
Harry smiled, feeling a little better.
"I'm not trying to tell you to forget him, or to live with it, but I am telling you that life goes on. And eventually the hurt will dull."
Laying his head on Bill's shoulder, Harry nodded slowly.
Bill stopped speaking, and Harry realised he was leaning against the other boy in a way not suitable for two males.
Yet he didn't move.
But, Bill did. Slowly, he rested his head against Harry's and smiled.
"Thank you Bill." Harry said, his eyes no longer stinging with tears.
"Anytime, Harry. Anytime." Bill replied, rubbing Harry's arm and sighing.
Shifting, Harry planted a kiss on Bill's cheek and settled back down into the other boys arms.
A small smile played across his lips as he drifted off to sleep in the snow, warm and safe in Bill Weasley's arms.