"Yes," Harry says, and manages to keep himself from saying, "and so are you." He blinks again, chest taught with a myriad of emotions he still doesn't know how to properly deal with, even after all of his life experiences. He thought living through the losses of so many people he's loved in such a short span of time could only be the cruelest experience he would ever know; but no, here he is, having to explain to one of those very people that he lost the deaths of his parents - his best friends.
Harry is finding that there are all sorts of ways for one's heart to break.
"I wish it weren't true. I wish I could tell you otherwise," he says. "I wish I'd gotten to know them, myself," he adds selfishly, because he finds himself struck with the realization that Sirius, from the point in time in which he's arrived, probably recently sent an owl or even spoke to Lily and James.
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Date: 2016-02-08 11:36 pm (UTC)Harry is finding that there are all sorts of ways for one's heart to break.
"I wish it weren't true. I wish I could tell you otherwise," he says. "I wish I'd gotten to know them, myself," he adds selfishly, because he finds himself struck with the realization that Sirius, from the point in time in which he's arrived, probably recently sent an owl or even spoke to Lily and James.
"But I can't," he says, glancing at the ground.