Summery- Harry is feeling guilty about Sirius's death. It can only take so long before he realizes what he has to do.

-"What am I supposed to do now, Sirius?" lately, Harry had been talking to Sirius and had been expecting a response. It let him down to know that Sirius wouldn't talk to him anymore.

This world this world is gone

And you don't have to go

Your feeling sad you're feeling lonely

And no one seems to care

Your mothers gone and your father hits you

Its pain you cannot bare

Finally, after six weeks of talking to himself and sitting in his bedroom, the Dursleys called him down to the living room. "What have I told you about owls, huh? I said no ruddy owls. At least you could open your door or window so they could come in and get to you." He was trying to be good so that mad-eye and Mr. Weasley didn't come after him, "here is the letter it was trying to get to you. Mind you, I don't like touching those things to just leave your window open unless it's raining."

"Okay, Uncle Vernon." Harry sighed. He looked at the letter figuring it was his supply list and realized that it was his o.w.l's. He opened the package thinking at least Sirius would be proud of him to see that he had only gotten 3 o.w.l's, just like the Weasley twins. Under the first letter was a letter from Ron, his best friend.

Dear Harry,

How are you doing, I hope your feeling better than the last letter I sent you. Hermione is here and she wanted me to write you again and tell you that no matter what, you can always come to us for help, and don't do anything rash. We miss you!

Hang in there,

Ron and Hermione

(P.s mom wants you to come stay for a while, maybe for the rest of the summer.)

But we all bleed the same way as you do

And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting go

Hold on it gets better than you'll know

He ripped up the note and started screaming. "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I AM FEELING. YOU BOTH HAVE PARENTS. WHAT THE HEL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING SENDING ME A LETTER LIKE THAT? WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM?" he dropped down to the floor pretty much crying. He didn't know what to do. He felt like the only way out was to go be with Sirius, and his parents. He wanted to just end it there. There was no point just living like this. He didn't sleep at night didn't wake during the day, just lied on his bed staring at the walls.

Your days, you say their way to long

And your nights, you can't sleep at all

Hold on

You're not sure what you're waiting for

But you don't want any more

You're not sure what you're looking for

But you don't want no more

Uncle Vernon called up the stairs, "Harry, are you alright? Is there anything I can get you? I understand how you are feeling, but Harry just remember we are here if you want to talk to us, we know what you are going through."

But we all bleed the same way as you do

And we all have the same things to go through

Hold on if you feel like letting go

Hold on it gets better than you'll know

He'd been thinking about it ever since the final fight. Even though it wasn't really the final one that is what he decided to call it. What if he used a time turner of a potion or something to go back in time? If he could do that then everything would be worth it. Everyone would still know about Voldemort and Sirius would still be alive. There would have to be another way.

Don't stop looking your one step closer

Don't stop searching its not over

Hold on

He was thinking about Ron's letter and if Ron knew anything he would come and get him. He would care a little more than just sending a letter saying to not do anything rash. He knew those were Sirius's words exactly, so why did he say them. Why would he torture Harry like that? How could anyone do that to his or her best friend? How?

What are you looking for?

What are you waiting for?

Do you know what you're doing to me?