Disclaimer: sigh
A/N: Written as comment fic for a livejournal user. By the way, according to my thesaurus, "feast day" is a synonym for "anniversary." That's important to know, yep yep.
"Harry?" Ron shut the door quietly and left his bag by his trunk. It was late, and he wasn't sure if Harry was still awake. Perhaps he hadn't even returned at all. "Harry? Are you here?" he called softly.
A tiny sliver of moonlight illuminated Harry's bed. His blankets formed a rumpled pile near the pillows. Ron looked closer. The blankets were in the shape of a person. "Harry?" he whispered again.
The blankets moved, and Harry slowly emerged. "Hey, Ron," he said. His voice was thick and heavy. "Sorry I didn't stay for the party. It's just that..." His voice cracked, and he stopped talking.
Ron smiled sadly and sat down on the bed. "Shh. It's okay, love. I know." He brushed a lock of shaggy hair off Harry's face. "It's okay." He curled up next to Harry and held him tightly to his chest. "Sirius would have understood."