Title: The Brightest Star in The Sky

Characters: Harry Potter & Sirius Black

Prompt: History of Magic, task #2 Write about a painful death (to watch or to experience), (object) candle & (word) aggression.

AN: Can be read as a part of Lost Boys.

Word Count: 620

Images flashed before his emerald eyes. Sirius smiling, laughing, frowning and looking into space so obviously lost in one of the memories that taunted his tortured mind. And lastly there was Sirius dying. Tears spilled from his eyes and Harry tilted his head forward as if it was too heavy for his neck to carry. A sob slipped through his parted lips and he desperately gripped the fabric over the place of his heart.

He could feel parts and bits crumbling inside of him and fall into the endless dark abyss that clawed his insides like a monster not desperate to find a way out but to harm him in any way it possibly could. He gritted his teeth to keep the undoubtedly animalistic cry of pain inside of his quivering body. Harry had lost people before. But this time was different. Because this time it had been his fault. It didn't matter that Dumbledore told him otherwise. He killed, the only man who would have done anything for him no questions asked, Sirius Orion Black. Harry James Potter had killed the brightest star in the sky. It didn't only lure out a sadness greater than anything he had ever felt before but a numbing aggression.

He heard the sound of footsteps approaching and vaguely saw the slight brightness that could only come from a candle as it lit up the cold floor. A moment of hesitation and then the steps continued and Harry, out of the corner of his eye, saw someone familiar sit down next to him.

"I heard about what happened." Draco stated. "I'm sorry."

"How did you find out?"

"Well," Draco began with a slight smile on his face. "In the words of Albus Dumbledore, what happened at the ministry is a secret so, naturally, the entire school knows."

Harry hummed. He didn't want to look up. He didn't want to do anything anymore. Especially not care. Because caring only led to pain and he was more than done with that.

"Are you okay?"

Harry shook his head. Even if the idea of speaking sent a stabbing pain through his heart he still tilted his head to the side and looked at Draco. "I told Dumbledore I didn't care anymore."

"Do you?"

Harry shook his head again. "No, I don't care about anything anymore. I don't want to be the better person. Do you know what being the better person does? It gets you hurt. Why should I be the better person when they're out there using every dirty trick in the book to kill as many as possible?"

Draco shrugged. "I don't have a good answer for that. Maybe it's because that's what heroes do?"

"Yeah," Harry scoffed. "That's what heroes do when they have family to protect. I don't have that."

"So that's it?" Draco asked. "You're going rouge. Just like that?"

"Maybe I should." Harry retorted coldly.

The blond boy closed the distance between them and laid an arm around Harry. Draco knew that Sirius had been named after the brightest star in the sky. And he knew that the raven-haired boy next to him saw Sirius Black as nothing less than that. He didn't realise that he, even if he was not named after the stars, had them inside of him. When Draco looked into his green eyes he used to see the brightest star in the sky looking back at him. It told him that no matter what Harry said he still had hope. What broke his heart the most that night was the fact that he could no longer see it.

The boy who lived was broken and the brightest star in the sky no longer shone down on earth.

The end