Drowned

Chapter Five: Epilogue

She had a smile on her face as she watched him fall before blinking her eyes. This time, it wasn't him falling but her, she wasn't wearing the smile, he was. Her vision blurred from the water, holding her breath with faith. The creatures grabbed her, dragging her further down into the water. Dumbledore became a blur, flames being seen above the water before he vanished and she was alone. The creatures didn't give up, all grabbing hold of her again to drag her to the depth of the water. She tried to fight them off of her, hitting them with her elbows and kicking them with her foot or knee. One knocked her chest, causing the air that she was holding sacred in her lungs to go. She gasped, the water suffocating her lungs and making her choke. There was no air, just water.

She didn't have a chance.

"Close your eyes," Sirius was whispering. "It's alright, pup, close your eyes."

"We'll see you again." Remus soft voice said.

She closed her eyes.

By the time she opened them again, brightness filled her eyes. She felt bare and wished she had clothes, she was gifted with clothes that sat comfortably on her body. She sat up, looking around before standing with confusion. The place reminded her of King's Cross, but white. It confused her to why it was so clean and empty. She began to walk down the platform, hoping she'd find an exit.

It felt like endless walking before she realised where she was.

"No!" She shouted, looking around. "No!"

She had drowned, and now she was in limbo.

Ahead of her was a figure with black hair who stood tall but not tall like her father, Remus. Stepping closer, she began to recognise the hair. Had her father died? No, Sirius hadn't died, she would have been told. But he looked so much like him.

"Da-dad?" She questioned, getting closer to the man.

No, he wasn't old enough to be a man, he was hardly all that much older than her and too young to be her father. He looked alive but dead, she possibly looked the same.

He turned to face her, causing her to take a few steps back. He looked so much like her father.

"Don't be afraid." He said, taking cautious steps towards her. "I'm here to help you."

"Do I know you?" She asked with a weak voice.

"No," He laughed sadly. "No, I died before you were born."

"Who are you?" She whispered. Where was her voice going?

"I'm Regulus. Regulus Black." He answered, giving her a light smile. "I'm your father's brother."

"You died at eighteen." She said, knowing little able her uncle.

"I died the same way you did. Perhaps not the exact same way. I went to the cave on my own accords to defeat The Dark Lord, clearly I didn't complete my task but I tried." He told her, gesturing her to a bench.

"But you were a Death Eater, you were on his side." She said, shaking her head.

"My mother and father forced me to take the Mark, they didn't want me running off like my brother. Not that I had the choice to run away. I had no one to run to, all my friends wanted to be Death Eaters. And my brother's friends wouldn't have taken me in." He was saying, dropping his head in solemn.

"They might have." She said softly, tilting her head.

"No, they wouldn't have. I've made many mistakes in my past, and I now live with the consequence. At least I died doing something good. The last thing I had done was something good." He said, looking back at her with a smile.