Four days later Harry was finally let out of St. Mungo's hospital. Remus brought him home with him to Grimmauld place just in case he tried to do something stupid.

Harry stayed in the same room that he stayed in last year. It still smelled like the cheap perfume that Ron had given Hermione for Christmas.

Harry got settled in and then went to Diagon Alley for new robes. He needed new ones since he only had muggle clothes and they were now way to big for him, not just big.

"Do you need anything else Harry, because we can get whatever it is"

"No Professor Lupin"

"Okay. And please call me Remus"

"Okay Pro-Remus"

They went home.

Harry stayed up really late, he wanted to sneak into Sirius' old to look around.

He tiptoed out of his room and went to make sure that Remus was asleep. He was. Then he snook into Sirius' room. Obviously nobody had been in there since his death. The room still smelt like Sirius' cologne and his clothes were on the bed.

Harry walked over to the bed and picked up one of Sirius' shirts. He pressed it to his face and inhaled. It still smelled like him.

"Oh Sirius, I miss you so much!"

He burst into tears, letting his tears fall into the red shirt. He looked around the room and noticed a pocket knife on the bedside table. He grabbed in and began to cut into his wrist. He cut deeper and deeper until dark crimson fluid began to run down his arm. The blood started to splatter everywhere.

Suddenly Remus showed up at the door. A look of horror and sadness appeared on his face. He began to panic.

"Harry noo!"

He ran over to Harry and tried to keep the blood from flowing out anymore. Suddenly Harry went unconscious.