A/N: Hello readers! This is Steph and Deeps here - your authors. ) We've written this fic together, even though we live in totally different countries. Hope you like it! This fic had been put up on before, but it was removed. Hopefully we'll get our old readers back! Please review when you're done!

Somewhere I Belong

Chapter One – Numb

Harry Potter lay on the cold ground looking up at the sky. There was no star in the sky, but the sky was still a magnificent dark blue color. Not that Harry really cared. The feeling of regret and emptiness inside stung at his heart as he angrily pounded his fist on one of his Aunt Petunia's flowers. Sirius was dead, and it was his fault. He glared at the flower he had crushed as if blaming it for the death of Sirius and then sighed. For once in his life, the Dursleys were leaving him alone. Maybe it was the fact that they realized that Harry wasn't talking at all, or maybe it was because they had realised one of their knives in the kitchen had disappeared. Harry didn't really care - at least he was being left alone. Harry pulled down one sleeve of his long-sleeved t-shirt and stared at the jagged cuts that etched through his skin from wrist to elbow. He hated seeing the cuts, they made him feel sick - but producing them made him feel better. Harry didn't exactly want to die, although he sometimes came close to it - and he knew that. He also knew that if he did die, he would see Sirius and his parents again.

Sirius.

A lump grew in his throat and his eyes stung as he thought of that name. He'd been avoiding it during the day - but of course, during the night, it haunted his thoughts and his dreams. He could barely count the number of times he had seen Sirius fall into the veil anymore. That dream came almost every night; that's why Harry tried not to sleep. Cutting himself was the only way he could be free - for a while. The dreams always came back. Harry watched his blood trickle down his arms every night, his screams for Sirius echoing in his mind. Everything was about Sirius. Sirius' words from Harry's third year crossed his mind everyday - how Harry had almost had a new home - a place where he belonged, far from the Dursleys. But he was a tool - nobody really cared about The Boy-Who-Lived. He was just their tool to freedom. How he wished they could see him now, he thought bitterly. His mind turned to Voldemort and he glared up at the sky. This was all because of Voldemort. That was all he gave anyway - heartbreak and sorrow.

Sirius' face replaced Voldemort's and Harry fell into a silent reverie. All he wanted was out - right now. To feel no more pain, no more sorrow...he just wanted to be somewhere where he truly belonged. Anywhere but here.

He slowly got up and decided to go for a walk. Dudley had started yelling inside, and it was getting on his nerves. Stupid Dudley. Harry trudged down the sidewalk slowly, Dumbledore's words echoing in his head.

"You have now lost your mother, your father and the closest thing you ever had to a parent. Of course you care."

And yes, he cared. He cared a lot. Harry cursed under his breath as he crossed the street and headed towards the park.

Sirius stared at James as he lay back on his bed. He was very bored. James let out a sigh and kept quiet. "Prrroonnggss...I'm bored," Sirius whined, getting up off his bed and plopping down next to James.

"Padfoot, you are ALWAYS bored," James muttered, rolling his eyes.

"'Tis the dog in me!"

"Okay then, so you wanna play fetch??" James questioned innocently and sat up. Sirius scowled at his best friend who was now grinning cheekily at him.

"Very funny Prongs - and you should be happy I'm not sticking a saddle on you!"

"Ha, like you could. Look, why don't we try making up a spell? I did it once when I was 6 and I accidentally blew up my bed!" James suggested, laughing at his little memory.

Sirius rolled his eyes and hit James on the back of his head." You probably just had some fireworks stashed under it."

"Nope...Marauder's honour" said James; sticking his hands up like a boy scout, grinning stupidly. Sirius rolled his eyes again and sighed," Fine, if you insist"

"Oh I do, Paddy, I do" James stated and pulled out his wand. Sirius did the same. "Right, I say one word and you say the next."

"Whatever"

"Paddy..."

"What?"

"That's the word," James said, grinning.

"Git...."Sirius muttered under his breath, but James took it was his word.

"Paddygit!!"

Harry walked through the dark park and thought of what Sirius had said to him before he returned to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays.

"We'll see each other again Harry." How wrong he was - or at least, that's what Harry thought.

As he walked past the swing set, something strange began to happen. Harry began to glow a strange white color, and then, before he could do anything, the world around him began to disappear. The last thing he saw before everything went dark was the star Sirius had been named after shining down on him.