Twisted

9 - Family

   Harry, Ginny, Ron and Hermione hugged for what felt like ages. Each of them were so relieved they were all alive. They were together. But there was still one person left.

    Sirius. Harry's godfather. The only family Harry truly had left. Besides his friends of course. Ever since his third year, Harry saw Sirius as the father figure he never had.

    Sirius was staying at the Burrow. He couldn't stand to go back home. It had reminded him too much of Harry. Sirius began to stumble down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was shocking to see him do it. He hadn't left the room he was staying in for who knows how long.

He didn't look good either. His eyes were red and puffy from hours of crying. He looked pale. He loved Harry as if he was his own son. First he lost James, and now he lost Harry. That is what he thought until he got downstairs.

    He looked up from his feet to see the kids in a giant hug. He felt for them. But he noticed an extra person. A boy with dark, messy hair and green eyes.

   Hermione, Ron and Ginny all broke apart from the hug and left the boy alone. The boy looked up at Sirius.

   "Harry?" Sirius asked in a shaky tone. He was holding back tears, "Please tell me this isn't some kind of sick joke!" 

   Harry ran to Sirius and hugged him. Sirius' eyes grew wide. He could feel the hug. This was real. His heart began to beat as loud as a bass drum.

   "I'm here." Harry told his godfather.

   "Never! And I mean never! Pull a thing like that again!" Sirius said sternly while crying on to Harry's shoulder. "I don't plan on it." Harry answered him.

   Harry was back. The war was over and he knew things were changing for the better. Voldemort was gone. His scar no longer hurt him. and he was alive. He was surrounded by his family. Which was all he ever wanted.