ALULA (VOL. 3)
Time to put things into perspective- into order.
When a war has begun there's no waiting for children to group up. Alula Nova Black knows this too well. The last thing needed is a government who are corrupt in thinking everything is o...
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{1996}
The Department of Mysteries
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'He hasn't gone!' Harry yelled.
Alula did not believe it; she would not believe it; still, she fought Lupin with every bit of strength she had. Lupin did not understand; people hid behind that curtain; Harry, Alula and Neville had heard them whispering the first time they had entered the room. Her father was hiding, simply lurking out of sight.
'SIRIUS!' Harry bellowed. 'SIRIUS!'
'He can't come back, Harry,' said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry as well. He can't come back, because he's d-'
'HE - IS - NOT - DEAD!' roared Harry. 'SIRIUS!'
Alula sobbed into Lupin's arm. This couldn't be happening.
There was movement going on around them, pointless bustling, the flashes of more spells. To Alula it was meaningless noise, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter, nothing mattered except that Lupin should stop pretending that her father - who was standing feet from them behind that old curtain - was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark hair and eager to re-enter the battle.
Lupin dragged Harry and Alula away from the dais. Alula still staring at the archway, was angry at her father now for keeping her waiting.
But some part of her realised, even as she fought to break free from Lupin, that her father had never kept her waiting before . . . her father had risked everything, always, to see her and Harry to help them . . . if her father was not reappearing out of that archway when Harry was yelling for him as though his life depended on it, the only possible explanation was that he could not come back . . . that he really was...
Dumbledore had most of the remaining Death haters grouped in the middle of the room, seemingly immobilised by invisible ropes; Mad-Eye Moody had crawled across the room to where Tonks lay and was attempting to revive her; behind the dais, there were still flashes of light, grunts and cries - Kingsley had run forward to continue Sirius's duel with Bellatrix.
'Harry? Alula?'
Neville had slid down the stone benches one by one to the place where Harry and Alula stood. Alula was no longer struggling against Lupin, who maintained a precautionary grip on her arm nevertheless.
'Harry . . . I'b really sorry . . .' said Neville. His legs were still dancing uncontrollably. 'Alula . . . he wad a good man wasn't he?'
Alula nodded, releasing that Neville had come all this way with only Alula's word that Sirius Black was a good man.
