Disclaimer: Harry Potter and its characters are not mine. I'm just borrowing them for a bit. They'll be back in near mint condition when I'm done. :)

A/N: This is my first attempt at a Harry Potter story as well as my attempt to get over my writer's block. Hopefully I'll be able to keep writing, no matter the length.

He comes here sometimes just to look. To watch as it flutters in a nonexistent breeze. To listen for the voices he heard the first time he saw it. But the voices are gone. He can't hear them anymore. Sometimes he's glad but mostly he just wants to hear them again so he can listen for the one he wants to hear the most, with all his heart. It never happens but he can't seem to stop himself from coming back.

He comes out of the final battle victorious but beaten, weary, and with his friends, his family, gone.

He goes back to look, for the last time he promises himself, and he hears them. He hears them whisper and he listens, trying to distinguish one voice from the next. Moving closer, onto the platform, he hears it.

"Harry," like a whisper on the wind but there all the same.

"Sirius," He smiles and steps through.