-1 JK Rowling owns Hp, because if I did...well...I would be happy lol :P
Death was something that bugged Harry terribly was how sudden its icy claws could grip onto a loved one, and suddenly rip one's life into tiny bits. All that Death left behind was sadness, gloominess, and a sense of fear in ones soul and heart. When would it be his turn to die? When would he know? Harry sat in his bed in a cold drenching sweat, his heart thumping against his rib cage loudly like a drum line band. His glasses were on the bed stand next to him, but he didn't feel like reaching for them. He wanted to contemplate more on what Death had taken away from. He had no parents left to care for him, no mother to run to when he was scared, and no father to ask advice from.
He had no parents to hug and kiss him, nor did he have someone to cheer him on, and greet him cheerfully when he got off the Hogwarts Express. All he got was the grumpiness of his Uncle Vernon, and that was anything but loving from that big old oaf. Sure, Harry had Hermione, Ron, Sirius, Remus, and the Weaslys but they weren't the same as a real mother or father. James and Lily...that was his parents names, and he would never be able to see their faces, except in the few photographs that Hagrid had collected for him that one year he was at Hogwarts.
Harry Potter's parents were stolen him all because of Death...
Sirius was standing at the graveyard of his best mate and his wife...his fingers roaming over the etched names in the gravestone. How long had it been since his best mate and his wife had died? How long had it been since Harry was born? Sirius couldn't help but let the tears flow down his cheeks, as he felt Remus's hand on his shoulder. Death...Why did it have to take away James and Lily? Why not take him in their place? He was a worthless human being like his mother had always told him when he was younger, and he realized that right about now she was right. His mother was correct.
"You know Moony, my dear old mum was right...I'm worthless...they didn't have to die mate, it could've been me instead." Sirius sobbed as he sunk to the ground resting his head on his friends gravestone.
"No Sirius, your not worthless..." Remus muttered as he too sat down next to his friend, holding him as he cried. Death had taken away enough...And would be hated for the rest of eternity be these three people.