Author's Notes: This one-shot came to me while I was watching the film version of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I hope everyone who reads it will enjoy it. Constructive criticism is welcomed with opened arms, but please, keep snarky replies to a minimum. Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of J.K. Rowling's wonderful characters. I am not using them for moneymaking purposes. They are the property of her and Warner Bros. only.

The Storm and the Calm Afterward

A Harry Potter One-Shot by Sarah


Harry was in a foul mood, and had been like this almost since he had woken up. Ever since the death of Cedric Diggory the previous year, Harry had been the victim of intense mood swings. It always seemed as if one moment, he was immensely happy, and when he turned around, his mood would go downhill. Harry had been less than pleasant to nearly everybody at Number 12, Grimmauld Place upon the arrival the day before. This was why most of the people were holding off on talking to him…excepting Hermione, Ron, and Sirius. They understand, said a small voice in the back of Harry's mind. Harry smiled faintly.

As Harry was thinking this over, there came a knock at the door. He turned, muttering a brief "Come in," and saw Sirius in the doorframe. He walked in and sat down on Harry's bed without saying anything. Harry immediately shut the door again and stood in front of Sirius with a glare on his face.

"I've changed my mind. Go away, please, Sirius," Harry said, though it pained him to do so.

"No," Sirius answered. "I'm staying right here until you tell me – truthfully – why you are so upset all the time."

Harry sighed. He had known, in his heart of hearts, that it would come to this. "I'm not telling you; you'll laugh."

"How do you know for sure what I will do?" Sirius asked. "I might surprise you."

Harry thought this over for a few moments. Finally, he said, "I suppose Dumbledore told you what happened at the end of last year?"

"He told me the bare minimum," Sirius said. "Care to elaborate a bit?"

Harry was silent, unsure of how to begin. After a few minutes, he looked at Sirius and said, "I thought I would have an easy year, and that I would not be in the spotlight as much."

"Things did not work out, did they?" Sirius asked gently.

"No," Harry answered. "The first and second tasks were all right, but the third task…"

"I understand," Sirius said. "Or, I think I do."

"No, you are just saying that," Harry said. "I keep seeing the way he looked right before he died, and I feel guilty, like maybe there should have been something I could have done to prevent it from happening."

"Oh, Harry," Sirius murmured, pulling him into a hug.

"Also, I keep having these dreams. I'm back in the graveyard with Cedric, Wormtail, and him," Harry announced. "There is nothing I can do to prevent his death and then You-Know-Who rounds on me, and I die."

By the time Harry had finished his tale, he was crying, something he rarely did. All the pain he had felt since the beginning of summer had begun to pour out of him. Slowly, he was beginning to heal, helped by soothing words from Sirius.