"So, what were you planning to do after getting in touch with Cho Chang?" After hearing what had happened,
Brian said with some amusement, "Explain that a younger boy, whose current relationship with her is practically nonexistent, has a crush on her, and that you're his godfather?"
He knew Harry must be feeling awful right now. This sensitive boy always liked to think about all sorts of things-and imagine the worst-but objectively speaking, this pain was an essential part of Harry's life.
In Brian's view, the problems children encountered were best left for children themselves to solve. Whether happiness or sadness, decisiveness or hesitation, all these emotions and feelings were nourishment everyone needed to absorb while growing up. Otherwise, children could never mature.
"At times like these, all we relatively mature adults need to do is behave ourselves and serve as emergency responders." That was what Brian's look told Sirius.
Sirius sighed and sank back onto the sofa, his face falling.
"All right, I really have lost my head a bit. I shouldn't meddle in this sort of thing... but... honestly,
"Lately, it's been raining over Harry's head all day long, from morning to night. All of 12 Grimmauld Place has turned damp, and seeing him like that makes me miserable. And every time I try to talk to Harry, he deliberately steers the conversation somewhere else. He just won't have a proper talk with me about what's on his mind. Merlin's nose hair, teenagers really do make you go bald. All my hair's fallen out... Chet, have you got any good ideas?"
"As I see it, Harry might be someone who's good at processing his feelings on his own, or he might be someone who needs to talk them through with a friend. I don't know the specifics, but