His Death

Part III: Crying over the Hound

At Privet Drive 4 silence ruled the place. Petunia and Vernon Dustley were out eating with there son Dudley. The house was empty, except for one other boy. One with green eyes, and messy dark black hair.

This was the third day he was at this place. And he already received letters from his friends Ron Weasly and Hermione Granger. Even letters from his old friend and professor Rubeus Hagrid.

But not this nor the sweets his friends sent his way could lighten his mood up.

Harry Potter was sitting outside in the garden. Hiding a bit under the bushes, with his back against the cold stone from his house.

Next to him his owl Hedwig was to sitting there. In the shadows of the bush.

Harry told her every single detail of his story. How is started, how he saw Sirius fell, which followed my his murders feelings, and the deep empty hole that took place in his heart.

For some odd reason Harry's pain of loosing his godfather melted a bit when he talked to Hedwig. For she didn't said she was sorry to, or that it was or wasn't Harry's fault. She just listened.

But now, on the third day of the summer vacation, Harry had once again a problem.

He had to sent a letter to the order. If he didn't then the would come to check if he was al right. That was the last thing he wanted, people of the order checking him.

So, with a parchment, a feather and a bottle of ink Harry thought of what to write.

Sometimes he petted Hedwig, and said once more that he missed his godfather, or that it was he who killed him.

An half hour later, Harry still hadn't written anything on the parchment.

He didn't want to say he felt alone, that way the order members would come to.

No, he didn't needed them. He could handle it alone.

After a few other options considered he decided just to write "I'm ok" on the parchment.

He rolled it up, sealed it, and bound it on one of Hedwig's legs.

And if she knew what he written she shot him an angry glare before she took of to deliver the massage of the liar.

And there under the bush Harry Potter sat really alone now, remembering Sirius.

It gotten dark when Harry heard that his ant, uncle and cousin came home.

He swept his tears of his cheeks with the sleeve of the sweater which had belonged to cousin.

Went inside the house, directly to his room.

Since he arrived at Privet Drive Harry hadn't eaten with his so called family. He always ate before them, or he didn't ate at all. He always made sure that he avoided the Dursley's as much as possible. He know that if the Dursley's knew about Sirius being dead hell would break loss for sure.

When the first sunlight's shone through the small window of the next day Harry was once again the first one awake. He pulled the same clothes on he worn the last four days, not bothering to change it.

Hedwig hadn't returned yet, so he decided to walk.

He walked around the block, knowing where his feet took him.

The first time he saw Sirius was when he run away from that horrible home Dumbledore made him stay every year. So, today he walked back to that place, secretly hoping that Sirius would show up just the way he did only two years ago.

He sat there, on the swing, for hours. In the late night. All alone with no one else then his own mind.

Softly rocking back and forwards, thinking again about Sirius. It hunted him. He didn't sleep well these days. Not because of Voldemort, but because every time he slept the picture of Sirius falling through the curtains came back in his mind. That was the last thing he wanted, to relive his death.

All alone.

That was until his cousin Dudley needed to show up.

'Hey you.' Dudley roared at Harry. He, however tried to ignore Dudley.

'Freak!' Dudley roared again, with no result.

'He I'm talking to you!' Dudley became very pissed at his cousin, and walked over to the swing.

'Are you deaf? I called you tree times already.' Dudley roared in Harry's ear.

'Yeah, I heard, and I came to the conclusion that you aren't a good singer.' Harry shot back, rubbing his ear, and not looking at Dudley.

'What, don't make me angry! I still can hit you.' Dudley said, standing in front of Harry with his fist up.

'And not a very good actor, are you.' Harry said back.

'Well, I'm still better then your freaky head.'

Harry stood up from the swing.

'What's that supposed to mean?' Harry asked angry at his cousin.

'Don't think that I don't know.' Dudley said with a huge grin.

'Know what?'

'I can hear you. Late at night, when you think everyone is sleeping. Cry-baby.'

'Shut up!' Harry warned Dudley, who sneered.

'Oh, I got it right, didn't I.' Dudley continued teasing Harry.

'Shut up I said!'

'Sirius... I hate them, all of them..' Dudley began to say in a crying voice.

'SHUT UP!!' Harry roared back as he pulled his wand out of his pocket.

Dudley felt on the grass, scared of Harry.

A car came ridding over to them. Harry didn't bother to place his want back. Dudley seemed far to scared to react.

The car stopped, and the lights turned out.

One door opened, and a man stepped out.

He walked over to them.

Harry looked over to the man, he somehow looked familiar to him.

It was that, until he heard his voice.

'Harry?' Remus Lupin asked Harry in surprise.

'What are you doing here?' Remus added, looking to his wand.

'Nothing.' Harry said back to his ex professor.

'Nothing?' Remus repeated when he say Dudley laying scared on the ground, before he turned his attention back to Harry.

'What brings you here? I send a letter.' Harry asked the older man.

'You're a freak to!!' Dudley screamed, trying to scramble away. Remus looked murders at this comment, but he still looked at Harry.

'A wizard perhaps.' Remus said, although his voice still was the same.

'No!! YOU LIED!! THE FREAKS DID CAME!!' Dudley roared back to Harry.

'I already said to you that I wasn't a freak, have I' Remus shot back to Dudley as he turned around and put his hand in his pocket.

'Don't you speak to me. I'm NOT afraid of you!!' Dudley screamed at Remus.

'Oh, I think you should be.' With that Remus grapped his wand out, and hit Dudley full with a Jelly-Legs Jinx. He wasn't to pleased to be called freak Harry presumed. He however did found it quit funny.