What's a Riddle?

Sirius

    As I'm walking with Harry through the streets of London. I can feel the sun shining on my face, and I could feel the calm morning breeze brush over me. The birds were flying over the trees, and some of the sprinklers came on. I truly love the mornings. It's calm, peaceful, and has its own way of being therapeutic.
"Come along Harry!" "Where are we going?" "A special place for you and I." Harry followed behind me, and we started walking all around London. For some reason Harry wasn't interested in staring a conversation while roaming the streets of London. Which made me a little confused because he always says something when we walk together. Whether it's a joke, or multiple questions about my life. But today he's been so quiet ever since we walked out of the secret hideout. So either he is just tired, or something is bothering him. Damn..children can be complicated when they grow up. "Harry?" "Yes?" "Do you have any questions?" "Not really. I just want to ask you some questions." "Then ask me." "I'm trying to figure out how to ask them." "You really are like your mother." "How so?" "Well whenever she had a question that she thought was offensive. She would stay silent until she found an appropriate way to say it." "I don't know. I feel like I should wait." "Alright. We will be at the waterfall in about ten minutes."
    We walked for a little longer before we showed up to a gorgeous waterfall. The water was crashing down the rocks, and the river underneath it was a little wild as well. But as the river went more down it became more calm once it was a little father from the waterfall. "I used to take your adoptive mother here whenever she wanted a peaceful morning." "It actually is nice." "Come. Sit down on these rocks with me. It gets a great view of the waterfall." "Are they comfortable?" "Well, I think they are. I've only taken your adoptive mother here. She said she loved the rocks. But maybe you will think they're a little uncomfortable since it's your first time here." We walked over to the rocks, and both sat down. I saw Harry look out towards the waterfall with a sweet smile on his face. "It is beautiful here." "I told you. I also want to give you something." He turned his face towards me, and I pulled out a small notebook. "What's that?" "I wrote down all the places that have meant everything to me. You've been to all of them, and I've already told you the stories from these places." "And?" "And this place is the last one in the book, and the story is in it." "Didn't you just tell me the story?" "Yes. But in case you wanted this journal." He took the journal, and placed it in his jacket.
    We stayed silent for a few moments, until Harry broke the silence. "I'm ready to ask you those questions." "Go ahead Harry. I'm always thrilled to answer your questions." He looked at me with a serious look......
   To be continued.