Chapter 8: Chat with Sirius

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Harry woke up early the next morning. Yawning. He threw the covers of him and walked into the bathroom that was joined to his room. Walking over to the sink he looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess (as usual), he had bags under his eyes where he hadn't had enough sleep, and his breath didn't smell too good either. He shook his head and walked over to the shower, turned it on, took of his clothes and stepped in.

He let the water run down his back to soothe the ache from where he had been sleeping funny. He stayed in for another 10 minutes before deciding to get out otherwise he would turn into a prune. He picked up the towel on the wall and set about to drying himself. When he was all dry, he walked back into his room and grabbed some random clothes out of his bag, then put them on. Deciding to let his hair dry naturally, he walked out of his room and back into the library. He saw the books that he had been reading the night before where he left them, so he walked over to them and continued to read.

Right now he was reading a book called The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts. He turned the page and saw the name Voldemort at the top. Now he was getting interested;

"Lord Voldemort was one of the most fearsome dark wizards of our time. His reign of terror stopped 15 years ago on Halloween when he was thwarted by young Harry Potter.

Voldemort died after the killing curse, that killed Lily and James Potter, that was meant for Harry rebounded of Harry and back onto Voldemort.

During his reign of terror Voldemort killed some of the greatest witches and wizards of our age: The Prewetts, The Bones, The McKinnons but strangely Harry Potter was the only one to survive the killing that killed so many people."

Harry stopped reading there, tears threatening to fall down his face. So that was how is parents had died. He had red about the killing curse, it was a green light that his body and took all your life away in an instant. His parents were murdered by Voldemort and now he was supposed to kill him.

He closed the book and stood up, deciding that he needed a drink. He quickly walked to the kitchen and walked in. Nobody was there yet.

'Probably because no-ones awake yet' Harry thought to himself as he grabbed a glass from the side and filled it up with water. He gulped it down in one then caught his breath. He heard some movement from upstairs and knew that someone was up. He sat down at the table and put his head in hands.

The door opened and a man who wasn't Sirius walked in. Harry looked up and saw the man that Ron had been talking to the other night standing at the door.

"Harry, are you ok?" the man asked. Harry didn't reply the only sound he made was him sniffing.

"Harry, what's wrong?" the man asked again as he walked around to sit next to him.

"I'm fine" Harry managed to say, a few tears fell down his face but he quickly brushed them away, not wanting the man to see him cry.

"You don't look fine" the man said, brushing a few loose strands of hair out of Harry's face and tucking them behind his ear. Harry flinched when the man touched his cheek.

The door opened again and Sirus walked in.

"I thought I heard someone talking" he said as he yawned.

"So what were you talking...." His voice trailed off as he caught sight of Harry's face. His cheeks were red and his lips were trembling. He walked over to him and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Harry what's wrong?"

"Nothings wrong" Harry answered, anger boiling up inside of him

"Well, you don't cry without a reason." Sirius stated.

"Maybe I do" snarled Harry. Sirius stared at him. He thought that Harry had been starting to warm up to him but he was obviously wrong.

"Harry, do you want to talk?" Sirius asked cautiously

"No" Harry said quietly

"What was that" Sirius asked

"I SAID I DON'T WANT TO TALK TO YOU!" Harry screamed before storming out of the room.

"What's wrong with him?" Remus asked

"I don't know" Sirius said sadly. Harry almost ran down the halls, not knowing where he was going and not caring either. He didn't know why he had blown up at Sirius like that but he just did. Suddenly he stopped and sunk down to the floor with his back leaning against the wall. He could feel the tears in his eyes again. Against his will a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks and hit the floor. He didn't bother to wipe them away.

Sirus was walking around the house looking for Harry. He really wanted to talk to him and find out what he had done. He stopped where he was and was silent. He could hear someone sniffing down the next hallway. He quickly walked down it and saw Harry sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. He sat down next to him and wrapped and arm around his shaking shoulders.

"Hey kiddo, what's the matter?" Sirus asked, rubbing his hand over Harry's shoulders to try and calm him.

"Mum and Dad" came Harry's answer.

"What about them?"

"I never knew them, I never knew if they loved me" Harry mumbled

"What! Of course they loved Harry, they adored you" Sirius exclaimed

"Really"

"Really Harry"

"Do....do you.......do you love me?" Harry asked timidly

"Course I do" Sirius replied simply, proving it by placing a little kiss on Harry's forehead. Harry said nothing instead he smiled then said something that made Sirius chuckle;

"What's for breakfast?". Sirius stood up pulling Harry up at the same time.

"Let's go see shall we" Sirius said, smiling. He wrapped an arm around Harry's shoulders and they both walked back to the kitchen.

A/N

Sorry for the short chapter but I've been really busy this week. Anyway thanks to everyone who reviewed and in the next chapter there might be Snape involved ;-)