Sometime between his last words leaving his lips and Neil finishing his sentence, Harry started shaking his head. He wasn't sure where it began or if there even was something said specifically that triggered it. But suddenly he could not take this.

Accept it. Move on. Act like an adult. That was what Harry had wanted of Sirius not too long ago. But standing here now, calmly accepting this felt wrong. He clenched his hands into fists and fought against the urge to fight reality.

"I can't," Harry started. He didn't want Sirius' things. He would take them and appreciate them later, but he did not want this.

"I- Later. I'll do this later," he muttered, backing up out the door.