I'll Meet You There

Chapter One

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Now you're gone

I wonder why

You left me here

I think about it on and on and on again

I know you're never coming back

I hope that you can hear me

I'm waiting to hear from you

Until I do your gone away

I'm left alone

a part of me is gone

And I'm not moving on so wait for me

I know the day will come

I'll meet you there

no matter where life takes me to

I'll meet you there

And even if I need you here

I'll meet you there

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'Come on, you can do better than that!' he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch. Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing-Sirius had just fallen through the archway; he would reappear from the other side any second…

But Sirius did not reappear.

'SIRIUS!' Harry yelled. 'SIRIUS!'

He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he Harry, would pull him back out…

But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.

'There's nothing you can do, Harry –'

'Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!'

' –it's too late, Harry.'

'We can still reach him – ' Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go…

'There's nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…he's gone.'

'He hasn't gone!' Harry yelled

He did not believe it; he would not believe it; still he fought Lupin with every bit of strength he had. Lupin did not understand; people hid behind that curtain; Harry had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room. Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight –

'SIRIUS!' he bellowed. 'SIRIUS!'

'He can't come back, Harry' said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. 'He can't come back because he's d—'

'HE – IS – NOT - DEAD!' roared Harry. 'SIRIUS!'

 'SIRIUS!" Harry woke with a start in bed, in a cold sweat, tears were mingled with the droplets on his face. Harry put his face in his hands, he'd been replaying that moment over and over in his head every minute of the day, and every night he'd see it in his dreams. Would he ever get through this?

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"What is wrong with the boy Petunia?" Vernon Dursley asked his wife after dinner, which was the third time that day. "He hasn't been cheeky with me once for the past two weeks!" he said sounding like he actually might miss Harry's usual behavior.

Petunia put down her cup of tea, her lips pursed. "I know what you mean Vernon, he's acting very strange." She said darkly. "I mentioned something about how he'd been screaming about that wretched godfather of his in his sleep, and it was waking me up. He looked like he didn't know whether to smack me across the face or burst into tears!" she said shrilly.

Then she added, looking a bit uncomfortable, "It's rather unnerving how he's acting Vernon, he doesn't really care about anything anymore, he doesn't even flinch when he's yelled at, and he never leaves that room except for meals…" she finished, looking at the kitchen door, as if she expected Harry to be standing there listening.

Vernon patted Petunia's small bony hand with his shovel like one, "Maybe he's just finally learnt to treat us with some respect" he said very unconvincingly. 

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Meanwhile, Harry was lying on his side in bed, flipping through the photo album Hagrid had given him in first year, a few tears sliding down his face, his hand coming up to swipe them away as they did. Even though the album was supposed to be pictures of his mum and dad, there were quite a few of Sirius in there too. After all he was James best friend.

He didn't know why he did this to himself, every time he looked at the album now he ended up crying and feeling far worse than he had before. Especially when he landed on the picture he was looking at now; a young, handsome Sirius Black was sleeping contently with a smile on his face, lying on his back, with Harry on his stomach. Sirius' arms were holding on to the baby Harry who looked about 10 months old.

Harry shut the book with a snap, and buried his head in his pillow, "Why does everything happen to me?" he thought to himself, he felt so alone; he had absolutely no one to talk to. He'd never had any friends at Privet Drive, so who else was he supposed to talk to, Dudley?

"What's the point of living anyway, would it really matter if I wasn't around?" Harry wondered to himself, sitting up as an idea formed in his mind. "Besides, Ron and Hermione are probably my only real friends, and Ron's always jealous of me for some stupid reason, he'd probably be glad if I was dead…" he added knowing it wasn't true, but not caring at the moment.

"Hermione though…" he thought, knowing she would probably miss him, she'd made that clear in the birthday card she'd sent him, almost as if she knew he needed to hear it. But it just wasn't good enough seeing it written down on paper, what he really needed was someone to talk to. "Well there is no one to talk to here, and Hermione has Ron to be her best friend, she doesn't need you" his mind reasoned with him. "Yeah, she'd get over it…" He stood up, wiping his tears away, and making his decision, walked towards the bathroom.

But the second he'd walked in to the hall, the phone rang, and Harry groaned as he heard Uncle Vernon's loud booming voice, "GET THE PHONE BOY!"

Harry sighed and walked into Uncle Vernon's room. "Hullo" he said glumly as he picked up the phone. His heart skipped a beat; and he almost dropped the phone as he heard a familiar girl's voice speak.


It was Hermione.

"Hermione?!" he asked, in a state of shock.

"Yeah, it's me Harry, how are you?" she asked cheerfully, but he knew her better, there was a definite hint of worry in her voice.

"What did you phone me for?" Harry asked, ignoring her inquiry.

"Thanks, Harry I love you too" she replied exasperatedly, laughing, and Harry found himself smiling for the first time in what seemed like forever. "I just thought you might need someone to talk to" she continued.

Harry sighed and sank on to his Aunt and Uncle's bed, not believing how impeccable Hermione's timing was. "Yeah, that'd be good"

 "Harry, I'm really worried about you being by yourself with no one around, are you all right?" A lump rose in Harry's throat as he thought about everything that had happened in the past weeks.

"I'm fine Hermione"

Why did he always tell people this when there was nothing further from the truth?

"Harry…" Hermione took a deep breath, as if she was trying to keep herself from crying, she was always so emotional. "…of course you're not fine, that was a stupid question. But I really don't think you should be alone right now" she finished.

"What do you think I'm going to do Hermione, kill myself?" he asked, with a false and very forced laugh. He heard a sharp intake of breath, Hermione started to speak very quickly, and it sounded like she was moving about,

"That's it Harry I'm not leaving you there alone all summer, you can stay with me." She said dropping all pretenses that she wasn't positively terrified. "I'll be there as fast as I can"

"What? No – Hermione I wasn't serious, I'm fine" he lied again.

"Harry don't lie to me, I know you need a friend right now." She told him in a stubborn but soft voice.

Harry sighed at her stubbornness but another small smile came across his face, "Honestly Hermione you don't have to do this" he said.

"I know I don't but I want to, so go get ready"

Harry chuckled lightly, "Okay, I'll see you in a bit Mione…thanks" he said standing up.

"See you" she said cheerfully.

Harry hung up the phone amazed at what had just happened. Had he really been about to kill himself? He couldn't believe it...that would have been the most idiot thing he could ever do. Of course it would have mattered if he'd died, not only because of his friends but what about the prophecy and all that? And what had Professor Lupin told him that day in third year…his parents had sacrificed their lives just to keep him alive, and this was how he would've repaid them? Now he felt even worse…he would have let down his parents completely.

"POTTER!" Harry jumped and was brought violently back to earth as his uncle's voice boomed up the stairs. "WHO WAS ON THE PHONE?" Uncle Vernon yelled.


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Hey everyone…that's the first chapter of this story, tell me what you think! Was it good…bad? Oh and of course you all know that I obviously don't own Harry Potter, JK Rowling does, and that first bit was an excerpt from The Order of The Phoenix, please review!!

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