Loss
by Breninblack
Disclaimer: All belongs to the ever-wonderful JKR.
Chapter Notes: Thanks to the one review I've gotten so far. It made me happy. .
Chapter Four
There's a place where the sun breaks through
And the wind bites cold and hard
Stings my ears and
Tears my eyes
When the day starts to shout out loud
--"Above The Clouds," Cyndi Lauper
To anyone on the outside looking in, things didn't change much after that night on the cliffs. Malfoy didn't bait the trio anymore and he didn't talk to anyone. Harry, Hermione and Ron went about their lives like any other day.
But from where Harry was standing it was another story all together. He couldn't seem to get the conversation he had had with Malfoy out of his head. It kept nagging at him. The idea that Sirius was not entirely dead was something Harry had only dreamed of until then. It continued to plague him the entire week. By Sunday evening it was all he could think about and it was killing him.
He needed to clear his head.
He put on a pair of jeans and a warm shirt and scribbled a note on a spare bit of parchment:
Hermione, I've gone to clear my head. I don't know when I'll be back. Don't wait up for me.-- Harry
He left it on the door to her prefect's room and headed out to the cliff.
When he got there, he was glad to see that tonight he was alone. He hadn't come back since his meeting with Malfoy for fear of running into him again. He had a million questions for the blonde boy but he didn't think he could take the answers.
As he sat down on the edge of the cliff, his feet dangling off the end, the loud winds roared and chased all coherent thoughts from his head. He sat there for a long time, just staring out into the night. But as the night went on, the winds died and everything was deathly still. And slowly his thoughts began to return.
Sirius...
With tears in his eyes, Harry got up and stood with his toes over the edge of the cliff. He looked down at the rocky shore below him.
Sirius...
He looked up to the sky. With a sob, he let himself fall forward.