When I died, waiting in my home, I had my father.
When Sirius died, he saw me first before any other person. He expected to see James first. But he saw me.
He had been beaten up, bruised, framed, betrayed, saved, thrown about, all in one life.
But now he was here, he was safe. And I cleaned his wounds.
"I thought i'd see James," He struggled. "I'm so sorry, Regulus."
"Sh, it's okay," I said. I stroked his hair. "You're at home now."
"Is mother here?" He asked, trying to sit up.
"Nope," I smiled. "Just me, you and father. And Pandora most of the time."
"I'm so sorry," he repeated. "I'm so so sorry, Regulus. I love you. Im sorry." He sobbed.
I held him. I kissed his forehead. I rocked him, as if he was a baby.
"You're home now, Sirius," I said. "We're home now."
