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A/N: This is my first time attempting to write a fan-fiction. Please R/R and I don't mind corrective criticism. Thanks.
As Harry looked around his room at the Dursley's he felt numb. Was this how everyone felt after their last parent died? Sirius had been a father to him. And now he was gone too. He could still see him flying through that veil. He knew that somewhere beyond that veil he would be able to find Sirius smiling at him and waiting for Harry to rescue him. With his mind and heart heavy he took the long walk downstairs to eat breakfast. His Uncle Vernon gave him the dirtiest look but didn't say a thing. As Harry sat down he looked over at Dudley. He had never been the same since the Dementor attack. He got up after a wordless breakfast (the best kind) and went outside for a walk around the neighborhood. To his dismay Dudley followed. Expecting this to be a 'torture Harry moment' he braced himself.
"So, what's been the matter with you this summer? You've been all moody and stuff?"
Harry thought about how to answer this. How could Dudley understand what he was going through? Choosing his words carefully he answered, "The only parent I had left just died. I mean……….wait. Why am I having this conversation with you? You don't care."
"No Harry wait! I'm really sorry about whoever it was, but….."
"It was my god-father, Sirius. Okay let's drop this conversation, 'cause I don't want to talk about it. Okay?" Harry cut him off with this hoping it would shut him up. But maybe, just maybe someone actually finally cared about what Harry thought.
Harry grinned when he saw Dudley give a silent nod, thinking about what Harry had said. Maybe Dudley did get it.
