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Years later, a fifteen -almost sixteen- year old Harry Potter sat by his window at Number 4, Privet Drive. It was just past midnight. Nightmares kept the boy from the slumber he wished to comfort him but, instead of a dreamless sleep or even sweet dreams, his nights were plagued of green lights, screams, cackles, snakes and his godfather, Sirius Black.

Few weeks ago, Harry had entered the Department of Mysteries in an attempt to rescue his godfather with 5 other students from Hogwarts school. Voldemort had planted an image of Sirius being tortured mercilessly inside Harry's head and so Harry told Hermione about it. Although she said not to go, Harry went ahead anyway and in the process, his godfather was killed. Sirius Black fell through the veil in the Department of Mysteries.

Harry's nightmares always seemed to make life worse. But now, it was worse than before. Sirius was falling through the veil in a graceful arch. His own harsh screams were ringing in his ears, waiting for Sirius to sweep back the veil, a smile on his face that made his eyes twinkle in mischief, his bark-like laughter ringing throughout the room. It got worst as it went. Remus' dreaded words... 'Sirius is-'

After that scene had usually passed, another would show of Sirius, Cedric and his parents taunting him, telling him tthat it was time for him to go. Time to join them, where he would feel no pain anymore and his past life would be forgotten. Sometimes, it would be them blaming him for their deaths. Calling him names;

"Freak."

"Worthless."

"Who's next to die then? The Weasley's?"

"It's your fault we're dead, boy!"

"You killed me Harry. You killed me."

"I should have let you die."

"I hate you! You shouldn't be alive!"

"No one will ever love you!"

Harry always woke up in a cold sweat, tears soaking his face, wondering. Would Remus hate him too? After all he got his best friends killed. If it wasn't for Harry, Lily, James and Sirius would still be alive.

During his time at the Dursley's, he had allowed himself to get worse during grieving. Even his Aunt Petunia was getting worried. His slim frame was getting boney and all the muscles he had gained from the previous summer and during Quidditch were worn down. His usual jade green eyes that were normally sparkling, filled with energy disappeared into a dull grey, lifeless and cold.

Letters from Ron, Hermione, Remus and even Ginny were left unopened, but he continued to write to the Order, saying he was fine, his letters short and indiscriptive. Once he had almost dared himself to not write to the Order, but then he realised Snape would call him an 'attention seeking brat' more. He already hated the man, but he didn't need anything to allow the man to continue. He also noted they wouldn't bring him to the Burrow as he wanted but -probably kicking and screaming- to Grimmauld Place instead.

Harry sat by the window till about one o'clock, just watching the stars shining brightly as a haunting melody filled his head. A voice that sounded as soft and gentle lulled him onto the brink of sleep, but then a bright shimmer captured his eye at the last second. His eyes were captivated by a single star shining by Sirius, the Dog star. A voice filled his head, whispering gently saying,

"Even if we're gone, we'll watch you from that star...

If it ever gets dark outside, I want you to look out for your star. So if you need help, look at your star baby. I love you."

Harry savoured the words. His mother's words. As his eyes seemed to prick with tears, memories resurfaced of that one night with his mother. Her words promising to be with him, no matter what. He closed his eyes for a moment, just to remember his mother and what she looked like, anything. But as usual, the vision slipped away, leaving Harry with just the words of his mother, no images.

Harry sat back and watched the stars, an inner peace filling him, hope for another day. He closed his eyes once again as he bathed in the moonlight. 'Maybe they are watching me.' Harry thought as he watched his star twinkle brighter as if an answer. Closing his eyes for a final time that night, Harry fell into a deep slumber.

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