Harry stood alone in the main sitting room of grimmauld place, having one last look around before he needed to leave. Grimmauld place had been his home this last summer and he knew he would miss being surrounded by Sirius" things. Everything he smelled, touched and saw, made his heart ache for his godfather, even after nearly three years. He sighed before throwing in a handful of floo powder and stepping into the fireplace with his trunk shrunk to fit into his pocket. He called out kings cross station and disappeared in a blaze of green smoke, for the last time.