DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own ANYTHING except for the plot. All of the
characters and names of places, things, and anything else you recognize all
belongs to the wonderful author, J. K. Rowling. So don't get mad that I'm
writing a FAN FICTION that I'm not making money off of, I'm just writing
this because I had a perfect idea of what would happen at Sirius' funeral....
hope you enjoy it!
NOTE: Not a slash story!!! (Well, kind of sinister smile appears on the
author of this story's face) Harry thinks Malfoy looks nice at one point,
but nothing else happens (THANK GOD! I'm not a Harry fan; I like Malfoy and
Ron the best (...)
Harry stared at the green grass. Hermione sat on his left, crying, and Ron sat on his right, pale as a piece of parchment. They were at Sirius' funeral, the day before Harry's Birthday. Harry stood up to speak, and his voice shook hard when he breathed in. "Sirius was more like a friend, or a brother to me more than my godfather," He said, leaning up against the stand. Most eyes were on the floor, and few were on him. Harry paused and took a chance to look around at the people who came. Malfoy even came, though Harry didn't know why. "He always knew what I should do for pranks, just because he did most of the same things in his school times. He gave me my Firebolt, shelter, and a family. Ever since I was one, I had no family, except my friends, teachers, and schoolmates. Sirius showed me what it was to have a family. He was a great man, and a great godfather. We miss you Sirius." Harry finished, and sat back down. when the regular speaker got back up and spoke again, Hermione let out another loud sob, and Harry took her out of the ceremony for the time being and motioned for Ron to follow.
"I... still... don't... believe... it," she said, spacing it out through sobs. "He's... gone."
"Shh," Harry told her, as silent tears rolled down his face. The three friends sat in silence remembering Sirius, and Lupin soon came up to sit with them. No one moved when as he lowered himself onto the bench.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I know he was your last family, but you've got to move on." He said, and Harry looked at him.
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" he told him, his voice shaking, his lungs threatening to let out a sob. "Sirius is dead. There's nothing I can do."
"Remember when he came in the Gryffindor Boys Dorm room and woke up Ron with a knife in his hand in third year?" Hermione said, almost laughing. "It scared Ron half to death. But, later, when we found out that he was looking for Peter..." her voice trailed off, and she wound up thinking of him dying again, and started crying all over again. Harry brought her closer, and gave her a hug. She didn't move. Ron moved to the other side of Hermione, and the three sat that way until Lupin said it was time to put the coffin in the car (they had Sirius' funeral the muggle way), and Harry, Ron, Lupin, Snape, Fred and George all had to carry it. Hermione, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, and the rest of the Order would walk behind.
Later, at the park, eating.........
"Mate, you've really got to eat something," Ron said, nudging Harry again.
"Ron," Fred said. "Just leave him alone. He had a really hard time losing him."
"But he's got to eat!"
"Ron—Just leave it." Fred ordered his younger brother quietly.
"I'm going for a walk, okay?"
"Harry, wait, I'll go with you." Hermione said, getting up, and pushing in her chair.
"No, Hermione, I want to be alone. You know," Harry said, and Hermione sat back down, slightly put out.
He walked along the park's river, and started to think about all of the good times he had with Sirius. He saw a bench and sat down. Soon after, Cho Chang came walking, and down next sat to him.
"I'm sorry about your godfather Harry." She said, giving him a small hug.
"Now, I don't have any family." Harry told her. She pointed out that he still had the Weasley's.
"Yeah, and I have Lupin too, but they aren't much of family, are they?"
"Harry, the two of you are in the same boat."
"I know, but he still isn't."
"Isn't he better than Mrs. Weasley?"
Harry mumbled a quiet "Yes," and looked up at the sky. His godfather played an important role in his life. How could he just up and forget about him? He sighed, and let his head fall. Cho took his head in her hands, and gave him a kiss. Harry returned it, and he let her give him a hug that didn't end until George came along.
"Harry, mate, I know you've had a really hard time getting over this lately, but...You know, there's more than one person who cared about Sirius in this world." George said, sitting down on Harry's left, because Cho was on his right.
"Harry, I think I'll go now. You and George should talk." Cho said, and gave Harry a final kiss.
"George, I don't know what to do. Sirius was more like a best friend instead of a godfather," He said, placing his head in his hands. "I feel like it's my fault he's gone. If I had just learned Occulmency—"
"Don't blame it on yourself, Potter." A voice said from behind. Draco Malfoy came up and sat down where Cho had been. "Not that I don't have that much feeling for others, I still care about people I knew when someone they cared about died."
Harry stared at Malfoy for a moment. "Sure," he said, and walked down towards the Lake, leaving George and Malfoy sitting alone on the bench.
Fred caught up with him, and he tapped him on the shoulder. Harry turned around, and Fred hit him squarely in the jaw. "I can't believe you, Harry! You aren't letting anyone into your life!"
Harry grabbed his jaw and hit Fred on the nose. As Fred threw his hands up to his nose, Harry said, "Maybe I don't want to! Now I see why Malfoy doesn't like you and your family! You're all nosy brats!" Fred's eyes flashed with anger, and he hit Harry so hard he fell to the ground.
"Harry, you're under a lot of stress, I know that because everyone who knew Sirius is. So I'll forgive you about what you said. But just this once." Fred told him, holding out his hand for Harry to grab. Harry took it, and stood face to face in front of Fred.
"I know what I'm doing, and I'm of age, so why won't people leave me alone!" Harry said quietly, and walked off towards his car.
"Harry, we won't leave you alone, because we care about you!" Fred yelled after him, and since Harry didn't stop, he apparated to Harry's car.
As Harry came closer to the car, Fred walked up to him, and pushed him back down to the ground. "I know that I don't usually act this way, it's usually Hermione's job, but honestly Harry! You need to let your feelings out! More importantly your anger and grief!" He set his foot on Harry's chest and leaned in closer, and whispered, "No one will stop you from what you will do, but we can and will care about you and what you do." And with that, Fred was walking back towards the table where they had been eating. When he rubbed his robed arm against his nose, fresh blood came out.
"Fred!" Hermione exclaimed as he got nearer to the table. "What happened?"
"I ran into a pissed off Harry Potter." He said simply and sat down and began to eat again.
Hermione called Harry's muggle cell phone, and he didn't answer, Ron tended to his brothers nose. "You fought Harry?" Ron asked as he wrapped Fred's nose in bandages. Fred let out a moan.
"I think my nose is broken. Harry has a good arm... Anyway, yeah I did. I started it, but I also ended it." Fred said as he grabbed his nose and started pulling off the bandages Ron had put on. "I'll have to go to one of those Muggle Healers."
"Harry won't answer his cell," Hermione told the others. "I've tried 13 times. He won't pick it up."
"At all?" George, pointing at The Marauder's Map and saying, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. "He's in Hogsmeade, at the Three Broomsticks. Fred, you want to go with? Malfoy, you probably want to, too." George said, scanning the map and looking for Harry. "One of us has to stay here and look over the girls in case he comes back here really mad." "I'll go," Malfoy said, walking into his Hotel room and grabbing his wand. "Same here," Fred said, also grabbing his wand out of his room. "I'll come along," Seamus said. "I think I'll stay here," Ron said. "Okay then. It's settled." George said, and he apparated, and shortly, the others followed. They arrived at the entrance to the Three Broomsticks, and Seamus went inside. "Harry, we need to talk to you," Seamus said, and Harry turned around and went outside. Where Fred, George, and Malfoy were waiting. "Potter, out for a midnight stroll, are we?" Malfoy said, raising his wand to his face. "Harry, either come with us quietly, or we'll hex you and the you'll come with us anyway." George said to him in a firm voice. Harry tried walking back in, but Seamus was ready with his wand. "Harry, we're only trying to help you," Seamus said. "You can't stay cooped up this way for long." "Oh, yeah? Just watch me," Harry said, but before he could walk off too far, Malfoy hit him with a curse. "Damn it, Potter! Don't you listen? Stupefy!" Malfoy yelled after him, and Harry fell to the ground. "Well, he deserved it." He said simply to the rest that were watching him. "Come on, let's just get back to the Hotel." When Malfoy, Fred, George, and Seamus came in with Harry floating behind him, Hermione screamed at the sight of him. "He's beat up!" She said, running over to him, and lifting him from the air, and lying him down on the couch. "What did you guys do to him?" "He's only hit with one jinx. It couldn't have hit him that bad." Malfoy said, standing over him and studying his face. "But he did fall on cement." "He still shouldn't look this way!" Hermione said, clearly worried. Harry moaned and sat up. "What Happened?" He asked, looking around at everyone. Hermione nearly killed him, the way she jumped on him to give him a hug. "Oh, never mind," He said, remembering the day's events. "Why do you all have to care so damn much?" That made Fred's eyes flash with anger again. "Alright Harry let me ask you this. Would you rather us say 'Okay, Harry, we don't give a bloody hell about you anymore? Or would you rather have friends?" "..." "Sorry?" "Rather..." "Pardon?" Harry sighed. "Friends," he said, and looked out the window. "But I have one question for Malfoy," "Shoot, I'm all ears," Malfoy said, letting a smirk escape from his mouth. "Why are you being nice, of all people?" the others left the room.
"Potter, I told you. I'm nice to people that I know when someone they cared about died. And since Voldemort is looking for recruitments I figured I'd better join your 'group' as fast as I could." Malfoy said, taking a drink of his butterbeer. "It's just the way that I do things. Besides, your godfather just died. It's not like I'm just not going to show up. Just because you're not my friend doesn't mean I don't care about you."
'That's odd, hearing it from Malfoy's mouth.' Harry thought, and kept
staring out the window. "You need to get over this." That set Harry
off again.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?"
"Potter, how many damn times do we have to tell you?"
"None of you are my friends."
"Potter, we never said that we were,"
"You are all working for Volde-,"
"I dare you to finish that sentence, Potter." Malfoy said, raising his wand.
"Whatever," Harry said, and walked out the front door. Malfoy apparated in front of him.
"Potter—I will jinx you, I swear. Don't walk out on a fight that I started." He said, and threw his wand on the floor. "No wands."
"Fine," Harry said, clearly unafraid that he was fighting Malfoy. Malfoy hit him in the chest, and Harry fell to the ground. As he was walking around, Harry stuck out his leg, and Malfoy tripped.
"Now that I've got you where I want you," Harry said, and punched him in the jaw. Malfoy hit him on the nose, and punched his chin.
"Potter, I really didn't want to do this, but if I must--," Malfoy knocked Harry's head against the table. Harry saw one last glimpse of Hermione, Ginny, Cho, Seamus, and the twins coming out of the room before everything went black.
Harry stared at the green grass. Hermione sat on his left, crying, and Ron sat on his right, pale as a piece of parchment. They were at Sirius' funeral, the day before Harry's Birthday. Harry stood up to speak, and his voice shook hard when he breathed in. "Sirius was more like a friend, or a brother to me more than my godfather," He said, leaning up against the stand. Most eyes were on the floor, and few were on him. Harry paused and took a chance to look around at the people who came. Malfoy even came, though Harry didn't know why. "He always knew what I should do for pranks, just because he did most of the same things in his school times. He gave me my Firebolt, shelter, and a family. Ever since I was one, I had no family, except my friends, teachers, and schoolmates. Sirius showed me what it was to have a family. He was a great man, and a great godfather. We miss you Sirius." Harry finished, and sat back down. when the regular speaker got back up and spoke again, Hermione let out another loud sob, and Harry took her out of the ceremony for the time being and motioned for Ron to follow.
"I... still... don't... believe... it," she said, spacing it out through sobs. "He's... gone."
"Shh," Harry told her, as silent tears rolled down his face. The three friends sat in silence remembering Sirius, and Lupin soon came up to sit with them. No one moved when as he lowered himself onto the bench.
"Harry, I'm sorry. I know he was your last family, but you've got to move on." He said, and Harry looked at him.
"What do you think I'm trying to do?" he told him, his voice shaking, his lungs threatening to let out a sob. "Sirius is dead. There's nothing I can do."
"Remember when he came in the Gryffindor Boys Dorm room and woke up Ron with a knife in his hand in third year?" Hermione said, almost laughing. "It scared Ron half to death. But, later, when we found out that he was looking for Peter..." her voice trailed off, and she wound up thinking of him dying again, and started crying all over again. Harry brought her closer, and gave her a hug. She didn't move. Ron moved to the other side of Hermione, and the three sat that way until Lupin said it was time to put the coffin in the car (they had Sirius' funeral the muggle way), and Harry, Ron, Lupin, Snape, Fred and George all had to carry it. Hermione, Ginny, Bill, Charlie, and the rest of the Order would walk behind.
Later, at the park, eating.........
"Mate, you've really got to eat something," Ron said, nudging Harry again.
"Ron," Fred said. "Just leave him alone. He had a really hard time losing him."
"But he's got to eat!"
"Ron—Just leave it." Fred ordered his younger brother quietly.
"I'm going for a walk, okay?"
"Harry, wait, I'll go with you." Hermione said, getting up, and pushing in her chair.
"No, Hermione, I want to be alone. You know," Harry said, and Hermione sat back down, slightly put out.
He walked along the park's river, and started to think about all of the good times he had with Sirius. He saw a bench and sat down. Soon after, Cho Chang came walking, and down next sat to him.
"I'm sorry about your godfather Harry." She said, giving him a small hug.
"Now, I don't have any family." Harry told her. She pointed out that he still had the Weasley's.
"Yeah, and I have Lupin too, but they aren't much of family, are they?"
"Harry, the two of you are in the same boat."
"I know, but he still isn't."
"Isn't he better than Mrs. Weasley?"
Harry mumbled a quiet "Yes," and looked up at the sky. His godfather played an important role in his life. How could he just up and forget about him? He sighed, and let his head fall. Cho took his head in her hands, and gave him a kiss. Harry returned it, and he let her give him a hug that didn't end until George came along.
"Harry, mate, I know you've had a really hard time getting over this lately, but...You know, there's more than one person who cared about Sirius in this world." George said, sitting down on Harry's left, because Cho was on his right.
"Harry, I think I'll go now. You and George should talk." Cho said, and gave Harry a final kiss.
"George, I don't know what to do. Sirius was more like a best friend instead of a godfather," He said, placing his head in his hands. "I feel like it's my fault he's gone. If I had just learned Occulmency—"
"Don't blame it on yourself, Potter." A voice said from behind. Draco Malfoy came up and sat down where Cho had been. "Not that I don't have that much feeling for others, I still care about people I knew when someone they cared about died."
Harry stared at Malfoy for a moment. "Sure," he said, and walked down towards the Lake, leaving George and Malfoy sitting alone on the bench.
Fred caught up with him, and he tapped him on the shoulder. Harry turned around, and Fred hit him squarely in the jaw. "I can't believe you, Harry! You aren't letting anyone into your life!"
Harry grabbed his jaw and hit Fred on the nose. As Fred threw his hands up to his nose, Harry said, "Maybe I don't want to! Now I see why Malfoy doesn't like you and your family! You're all nosy brats!" Fred's eyes flashed with anger, and he hit Harry so hard he fell to the ground.
"Harry, you're under a lot of stress, I know that because everyone who knew Sirius is. So I'll forgive you about what you said. But just this once." Fred told him, holding out his hand for Harry to grab. Harry took it, and stood face to face in front of Fred.
"I know what I'm doing, and I'm of age, so why won't people leave me alone!" Harry said quietly, and walked off towards his car.
"Harry, we won't leave you alone, because we care about you!" Fred yelled after him, and since Harry didn't stop, he apparated to Harry's car.
As Harry came closer to the car, Fred walked up to him, and pushed him back down to the ground. "I know that I don't usually act this way, it's usually Hermione's job, but honestly Harry! You need to let your feelings out! More importantly your anger and grief!" He set his foot on Harry's chest and leaned in closer, and whispered, "No one will stop you from what you will do, but we can and will care about you and what you do." And with that, Fred was walking back towards the table where they had been eating. When he rubbed his robed arm against his nose, fresh blood came out.
"Fred!" Hermione exclaimed as he got nearer to the table. "What happened?"
"I ran into a pissed off Harry Potter." He said simply and sat down and began to eat again.
Hermione called Harry's muggle cell phone, and he didn't answer, Ron tended to his brothers nose. "You fought Harry?" Ron asked as he wrapped Fred's nose in bandages. Fred let out a moan.
"I think my nose is broken. Harry has a good arm... Anyway, yeah I did. I started it, but I also ended it." Fred said as he grabbed his nose and started pulling off the bandages Ron had put on. "I'll have to go to one of those Muggle Healers."
"Harry won't answer his cell," Hermione told the others. "I've tried 13 times. He won't pick it up."
"At all?" George, pointing at The Marauder's Map and saying, "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good. "He's in Hogsmeade, at the Three Broomsticks. Fred, you want to go with? Malfoy, you probably want to, too." George said, scanning the map and looking for Harry. "One of us has to stay here and look over the girls in case he comes back here really mad." "I'll go," Malfoy said, walking into his Hotel room and grabbing his wand. "Same here," Fred said, also grabbing his wand out of his room. "I'll come along," Seamus said. "I think I'll stay here," Ron said. "Okay then. It's settled." George said, and he apparated, and shortly, the others followed. They arrived at the entrance to the Three Broomsticks, and Seamus went inside. "Harry, we need to talk to you," Seamus said, and Harry turned around and went outside. Where Fred, George, and Malfoy were waiting. "Potter, out for a midnight stroll, are we?" Malfoy said, raising his wand to his face. "Harry, either come with us quietly, or we'll hex you and the you'll come with us anyway." George said to him in a firm voice. Harry tried walking back in, but Seamus was ready with his wand. "Harry, we're only trying to help you," Seamus said. "You can't stay cooped up this way for long." "Oh, yeah? Just watch me," Harry said, but before he could walk off too far, Malfoy hit him with a curse. "Damn it, Potter! Don't you listen? Stupefy!" Malfoy yelled after him, and Harry fell to the ground. "Well, he deserved it." He said simply to the rest that were watching him. "Come on, let's just get back to the Hotel." When Malfoy, Fred, George, and Seamus came in with Harry floating behind him, Hermione screamed at the sight of him. "He's beat up!" She said, running over to him, and lifting him from the air, and lying him down on the couch. "What did you guys do to him?" "He's only hit with one jinx. It couldn't have hit him that bad." Malfoy said, standing over him and studying his face. "But he did fall on cement." "He still shouldn't look this way!" Hermione said, clearly worried. Harry moaned and sat up. "What Happened?" He asked, looking around at everyone. Hermione nearly killed him, the way she jumped on him to give him a hug. "Oh, never mind," He said, remembering the day's events. "Why do you all have to care so damn much?" That made Fred's eyes flash with anger again. "Alright Harry let me ask you this. Would you rather us say 'Okay, Harry, we don't give a bloody hell about you anymore? Or would you rather have friends?" "..." "Sorry?" "Rather..." "Pardon?" Harry sighed. "Friends," he said, and looked out the window. "But I have one question for Malfoy," "Shoot, I'm all ears," Malfoy said, letting a smirk escape from his mouth. "Why are you being nice, of all people?" the others left the room.
"Potter, I told you. I'm nice to people that I know when someone they cared about died. And since Voldemort is looking for recruitments I figured I'd better join your 'group' as fast as I could." Malfoy said, taking a drink of his butterbeer. "It's just the way that I do things. Besides, your godfather just died. It's not like I'm just not going to show up. Just because you're not my friend doesn't mean I don't care about you."
'That's odd, hearing it from Malfoy's mouth.' Harry thought, and kept
staring out the window. "You need to get over this." That set Harry
off again.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?"
"Potter, how many damn times do we have to tell you?"
"None of you are my friends."
"Potter, we never said that we were,"
"You are all working for Volde-,"
"I dare you to finish that sentence, Potter." Malfoy said, raising his wand.
"Whatever," Harry said, and walked out the front door. Malfoy apparated in front of him.
"Potter—I will jinx you, I swear. Don't walk out on a fight that I started." He said, and threw his wand on the floor. "No wands."
"Fine," Harry said, clearly unafraid that he was fighting Malfoy. Malfoy hit him in the chest, and Harry fell to the ground. As he was walking around, Harry stuck out his leg, and Malfoy tripped.
"Now that I've got you where I want you," Harry said, and punched him in the jaw. Malfoy hit him on the nose, and punched his chin.
"Potter, I really didn't want to do this, but if I must--," Malfoy knocked Harry's head against the table. Harry saw one last glimpse of Hermione, Ginny, Cho, Seamus, and the twins coming out of the room before everything went black.