Harry Potter was lying on his bed at number four Private Drive. He was fifteen, sixteen in two more weeks. Two weeks ago, Sirius Black had disappeared. Sirius Black was Harry's godfather, and they were just getting to be really close when it happened.
Lord Voldemort lured Harry to the Department of Mysteries, giving Harry a vision of Sirius in pain and danger. This however, was not the case. Voldemort had set him up, by placing a false image in Harry's head. Harry and five of his friends, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and Ginny Weasley had left Hogwarts, for the Department of Mysteries. Once they had gotten there, they had found out it was a trap, and ended up dueling Death Eaters. After a few minutes some order members, including Sirius, had showed up and helped them duel. Sirius began dueling Bellatrix Lestrange, when she suddenly shot a spell at Sirius. He had disappeared as soon as the spell made contact.
Once back at Hogwarts, his headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, told Harry that Sirius was dead and that nothing would bring him back. Harry had screamed and yelled at the top of his lungs that Sirius had not been hit with Avada Kedavra, but a blue spell. Dumbledore had only countered this by saying that he had probably seen a stray spell from one of the other battles. Harry had finally calmed down enough to see the sense in this, and had agreed that Sirius was gone and never coming back.
Harry had sat in the Gryffindor Common Room with Ron and Hermione just sitting and staring into the fire until the end of term. He had also had countless walks by himself, where he sat by the lake, reminiscing on all the good times he had had with Sirius. A tear would sometimes make its way down his cheek. He had not said one word the whole trip back to King's Cross either. Once he had gotten back to Private Drive, he had only spoken when spoken to, and stayed in his room.
Harry closed his emerald green eyes thinking of Sirius. A tear seeped out from under his eyelid as he remembered the fun times they had had together at Grimmauld Place. Sirius had been one of two who could tell Harry almost anything he wanted to know about his parents, as Sirius had been their best friend. The other was Remus Lupin. The door to Harry's room suddenly opened to reveal his beast of an Uncle.
'We're going out for the night. You are going to be home alone. I do not want you to leave your room. Clear?'
'Yup,' was Harry's answer. Uncle Vernon looked at him suspiciously as he left the room. "Like I care,' Harry added under his breath. As he turned over on his bed he heard the engine of a car come to life and the crunching of gravel as the Dursley's car pulled out of the driveway. Harry sighed and closed his eyes once again as he drifted off to sleep. This was going to be a long two weeks.