Wolfstar Oneshots

Empty

"Do you like it?" I check in, turning so my body's facing him.

Before I can say anything else, he brings me into a bear hug. Relief immediately washes over me, he likes it!

*Sirius POV*

Many people come to congratulate me and say hello. One of which is my godson, Harry.

"Hey, Sirius?" He greets.

"Hey, Harry!" I exclaim, bringing him into a hug.

After we break the hug, Harry continues, "Um, I wanted to give you this."

He hands me a shoebox. I take the box and observe it.

"Thanks," I thanked him, confused.

He sees the confusion on my face and hears it in my voice.

"It's an emotion box. Hermione gave me one in fifth year. Basically, different doors represent different emotions. For example, the sad door," he points to a door reading, "open me when you're sad."

I almost cried again.

"Thank you, Harry. This is so sweet," I thank him again, genuinely this time.

I bring him into a tighter hug than before.

*Time skip*

Later that night I looked at the box. I turn the box around, running my fingers on top of the doors. I stop when I come across a box labeled "open me when you feel empty"

Empty.

That's the word I was looking for all those years.

I was empty and I hurt myself so I could feel something even if it was pain. It was better than the numbness I felt in my soul.

Empty. How did Harry know?

*Time skip*

I find myself coming back to the box years later when we receive the letter that Harry ended it.

He killed himself.

My heart aches knowing I was too late.

It was Ginny who found him. My hands feel the doors. I have yet to open a single one. My fingers subconsciously feel for the empty door. I open it even though I don't feel empty.

I open the door for Harry. I know that he was feeling empty when he did it.

The door opens and a note falls out. I pick up the note and read it silently. It reads:

I know what it's like to run from negative thoughts. They follow you. They cling to you and don't let go. I know what it's like to long for pain. You think it's better than feeling nothing. I beg you not to do it. Stay, not only for me or for Remus. Stay for you. You have so much to offer the world, don't throw it all away.

Love,

Harry

I feel tears well up in my eyes. I don't hold them back, I let them fall. I hear a knock at the door.

"Sirius, darling?" Remus' voice chimes through the door.

"Love? Can I come in?" He asks, worriedly. 

"Yes," I croak between sobs.

He enters and immediately runs towards me.

He rests his hands on my shoulders, I melt into his touch.

"Just let it out," he whispers into my ear, pulling me closer.

"Harry," I start, before sobbing again.