There was Sirius —bright as his star, warm as a raging fire. All encompassing heat. There was James, his own personal sun. Nurturing and bright and his hope. There was Regulus —who was like a warm cup of tea on a cold day, like the final flickers in a hearth when a fire was ready to be put out. It was comfort and completion. There was even Malfoy and Theo, twin flames flickering new and bright and effervescent. Harry was so warm. 