Harry was lying down on his bed in his small room.
Hedwig suddenly came flying in
"Hey Hedwig! Did you have good time hunting for food?" Harry asked.
Hedwig made an owl sound and pushed a letter towards Harry
It read on the envelope:
Mr. Harry Potter
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
Harry opened it excitedly. It was a black parchment with golden lettering
which read:
Dear Mr Potter,
Seeing as you are the late Sirius Black's godson, you are cordially invited to his funeral. It is Saturday, July 22nd at 2pm at 12 Grimmauld Place, London. We also ask for you to be a guest speaker there.
Sincerely yours,
The Order of the Phoenix
Harry closed the letter and all the sad feelings about Sirius's death came back. He didn't want to relive all the sadness and have to go to the funeral. But he had to. It was the right thing to do.
Author's Note:
Sorry this is so short. This is my first fanfic so I'm not the best at coming up with ideas. Please Read and Review.
Melanie