The King and His Queen ~ Finished

Don't Cry

You know the warnings. Don't like? Don't read. The title was inspired by the song Don't Cry by Guns N' Roses.

Letters/diary
Parsletongue

Harry slowly woke, the sky was pitch black, no moon or stars. He crawled out of bed, then sat down at his desk. The boy lit a candle and pulled the diary from his trunk, he had a strong urge to write in it. The boy took out a quill,

Are you in America yet? He wrote, no response. He sighed and set it down, a pounding echoed on his door. Harry got up and answered it,

"What?" It was Rodulphus LeStrange,

"I heard what happened. He left a few minutes ago."

"Oh. Thanks for informing me." He tried to shut the door, but the man jammed his foot in before he could.

"You were crying." He stated,

"I was."

"Because of him? I thought you were a tough Gryffiondor that never cries."

"I think everyone would cry if someone you truly cared for told you that they were leaving for two fucking years without a warning." Harry snapped

"I don't think he would have."

"Really? So he didn't cry when I 'died'?"

"Mm. I guess he did cry. But at least he's alive."

"Did I mention two years? That's a long time to wait. Not to mention I'm totally mentally unstable and probably have separation issues. I already have trouble trusting people, this is making it worse." LeStrange sighed,

"He's coming back on your birthday two years from now. Just find someone else to care for, a substitute."

"That's not how it works, sadly."

"That's how it works for me. I know Bella really doesn't love me, so I-" Remus popped up behind him and grinned at Harry, he wrapped his arms around LeStrange's waist,

"Hello, Remus." The man purred,

"Hey, Ralphie. Are you bothering Harry?"

"No. we're just talking." The youngest wizard cocked his head,

"I wasn't expecting this." Remus chuckled, but the smile ran from his lips.

"I heard about Sirius. Dumbledore must have hand him under a spell or potion." Harry nodded sadly, "oh, I know what could cheer you up." Remus pulled him into a hug and kissed the top of his head lovingly.

"Aw, Harry is so cute." The deatheater cooed,

"He is. Now, you need to sleep, it's getting late." Remus forced him to lie down and shut the door, he fell asleep, much happier.

Harry woke, he looked around for Tom, then remembered that Tom had left the night before. The boy sighed, ate breakfast, and got out a blank canvas. He painted with delicate strokes that soon began to form two blonde men, both standing. They wore black robes with silver trimmings. The taller laid his hand on his son's shoulder, they were smiling. The painting was one of Lucius and Draco Malfoy, the present for Narcissa Malfoy. He quickly painted the background, it was where he and Tom had a walk together. Harry made careful details and set it down to dry. The sun was already high in the sky, he had spent longer doing the painting than he'd thought. Harry ate a quick lunch and started painting again, this picture of a man. He had dark brown, almost black, hair, fair skin, crimson eyes, and a lazy smirk on his lips. It was Tom, Harry wanted to make sure that he would remember what the man looked like. The boy showered, washing all the paint off himself. He took down the painting for Sirius and threw them in his trunk, then signed the others in black paint. The teen read more of his books, Draco popped his head in the room,