Hello! Here's my second story. I don't want to give too much away, but just to give you the general idea, its focused on Harry, Ron, and Hermione, if you didn't get the summary. It takes place after their fifth year,

I don't own Harry Potter or anything like that. Just to let everyone know. Well, enjoy the story!

Chapter 1 Harry's Reasons

Sixteen-year old Harry Potter sat alone staring up at his ceiling, careful not to let his mind wander. He was sure that if he let his mind wander, he would end up thinking about one person: Sirius Black. It was bad enough he had to relive the Department of Mysteries incident in his dreams, but he most definitely didn't want to think about it while he was awake.

He sighed and lazily looked over at his clock. It read 1:00 a.m.

'Wow, I've been sixteen for an hour. Why don't I feel happier?' Harry thought. 'Oh yeah,it doesn't matter anymore. Nothing matters. Ever since Siri-'

Harry shook his head, trying to forget about the thought. He had been feeling miserable ever since he had gotten back to Privet Drive. Although he had respected the Order's request and written to them every three days, it was full of things he didn't mean.

He would say things like 'I'm doing fine,' and 'This summer isn't as bad as the last.' Truthfully, he wasn't looking forward to leaving the Dursleys. He didn't want to have to face the wizarding world just yet. Ever since he found out about the prophecy, he felt so different from everyone else. He had even stopped writing to Ron's and Hermione's letters. From what they had told him, they were at the Grimmauld Place and were talking to Dumbledore about having him come over there soon.

He let his mind wander to Ron and Hermione. He knew he had to tell them about the prophecy soon, but he was scared, scared that they would run away in fear of getting killed themselves.

They had nearly gotten killed on all the adventured the three had together. Harry didn't want to lose the two people who cared about most and felt guilty about pushing them away. But he felt like it was the best thing to do at the moment. They were so important to him.

Ron Weasley was his first and best friend. They went through so many adventures together. He remembered in their third year, when Sirius was still thought to be a murderer, in the Shrieking Shack, Ron had yelled, "If you want to kill Harry, you have to kill all three of us!" That was when Harry realized just how far Ron would go to keep Harry safe. He also remembered how scared he was when Peter Pettigrew had attacked Ron, how he had panicked, wondering whether or not he was okay. He was scared to death of losing his friend.

Then there was Hermione Granger. She stood by his side even when the whole school thought he was possibly mad. In their fourth year Rita Skeeter starting writing those horrible things about the two of them going out, but Hermione still stood by his side, even when Ron didn't. He understood why Ron didn't and had forgiven him, but he remembered quite vividly how Hermione stayed up with him for hours helping him to learn spells for the first task. That was something he couldn't forget very easily. But then again, at the Department of Mysteries, when Hermione was attacked by the Death Eater, he remember thinking she was dead, he remembered how he couldn't thinking properly. His heart was breaking in half and he remembered vowing never to forgive himself if anything happened to her. He still couldn't make that feeling go away.

Then it hit him. They had been with him through thick and thin. They went with him all the way to London to help him save his godfather. They stuck with him when the whole school thought he was mad, possibly violent. They deserved to know they truth about the prophecy. They had given him the strength to hold on so far, he had a feelings they would stick by him through this whole war. Pushing them away wasn't the answer, he knew that now.

He also knew that he had to do his part, he would protect his friends more than anything in the world. They actually meant the word to him. He wouldn't let anyone else die on his behalf. He slowly got up and made his way to the window and looked out. For the first time, Harry spoke to Sirius. He felt rather stupid since he knew Sirius was dead, but he felt like it was something he had to do.

"Sirius, I'm sorry. I'm sorry I let you down. It's my fault your dead and I know it. But I promise, no, I swear, that I won't let any one else die for me. I'll protect Ron and Hermione. Sirius, please don't think I can just forget about you, but I need to move on. You would want me to, I know it. I still have things here to do but I can't move on with the events of last year on my mind. Padfoot, I'll never forget you, but I need to move on." Harry whispered quietly into the night sky.

With that, Harry fell asleep, with one though on his mind. 'I needed a reason to go on, I found two.' Harry though, while drifting into a peaceful sleep. If he had been awake, he probably would have seen Sirius, clear as a ghost, sitting on the end of his bed.

"Good job, kiddo. Good job." Sirius whispered to his godson for the last time. He leaned over and whispered, "I love you. James and Lily say their proud of you more than anything in the world."

With that, Sirius disappeared into the night, never to be seen again. A smile played on Harry Potter's lips and he knew everything was going to be okay.

A/N. How was it? Please, please review and tell me what you think! Chapter 2 is on its way! And please review so I know whether I should go on or not! I don't want to keep going if no ones reading it. I hope you enjoyed it!

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Sweetmimi