(Sirius) Black Is Back!

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Harry was sitting on his bed at number 4 Privet Drive, running his fingers through his hair, the sun shinning in his window onto his face. "I can't believe he's dead. It's not possible. It's my entire fault! If I hadn't gone and tried to save Sirius in the Department Of Mysteries, he would not have been there and he would still be alive." Harry said to Hedwig as tears filled his eyes, mixed with anger and sorrow. "How could I be so stupid! Hermione was right, I had to save him, but my mission to save him killed him." He said looking at the ground so Hedwig wouldn't see the tear falling down his face. He couldn't stand to let people see him cry. Hedwig hooted softly in her cage. "Sorry, are you feeling up to a trip to The Burrow? Because I need to talk to someone about Sirius other then you, Hedwig." Said Harry reaching for parchment and quill, pulling it over to him. "If I don't I might lose it." He added and began to write.

Dear Ron,

I hope Hedwig makes it to your place all right. She has been looking ill for quite some time, ever since Sirius died. Look Ron that is the reason I am writing to you is because of just that, Sirius's death. It's all I can thing about, how if I hadn't have tried to save him, how he would still be here. I can't eat, sleep, or do anything without thinking this. I think I'm going mad. Write back when you get this, Thanks.

Your Friend

Harry,

Harry finished his letter and rolled it up. "Hey, can you do me a favor? Take this to Ron." He asked. Hedwig held out her leg for him to attach it. So he walked over and tied it to her leg.