With a great jolt, that I knew came from a huge charge straight to my heart, I was revived. Still I was unable to move. I could just make out voices to my right.
"What happened to him?" Inquired Remus, apparently to the healer.
"It appears as if his heart experienced a great trauma." Answered the healer solemnly.
"And that's what caused his heart to... stop?" on the last word she— my Marlene, audibly Shuttered.
"It would seem so." Said the healer in the same grave tone as before. "Do you have any idea what may have caused this"
"None at all." I could nearly see the frown on James' face as he spoke. "He disappeared last week, left no trace. I found him in the death chamber of the department of mysteries this morning, he was terribly weakened!"
"The death chamber?" Asked the deep voice of Kingsley Shacklebolt, unmasked fear in his voice.
"Yes..." Said James very slowly as if he was speaking to a small child. " in the death chamber of the Department of mysteries."
"This is bad, this is very very bad!" Gasped Kingsley.
"Why is it bad?" Marlene asked concertedly.
" I fear, that this Sirius is not... Our Sirius but rather one from another dimension. It pains me to say that I believe our Sirius may be dead." Kingsley replied darkly.
Even to me, to Whom strange mysterious things had been happening all day, this seemed horribly far-fetched, absolutely impossible, what must be going through his head? But then it hit me, this was the only explanation that made the slightest bit of sense. That is if it did make sense at all, as of now I wasn't sure it did.
"Kingsley no!" Screamed Lily. " How can it be, he looks just the same? I won't believe it, our Sirius, dead!" Continued Lily slightly calmer.
"Are you absolutely sure, Kingsley?" Sobbed Marlene.
"Marlene, I'm sorry. It's the only thing that makes sense. The death veil has been known to do that." Kingsley may have been sorry, but I certainly wasn't. It appeared to me as if I had been given a second chance.
"But why must ours be dead?" This time it was James who spoke.
"I'm afraid there can only be one version of a person in a dimension at anytime." Was the last thing I heard before lulling off into peaceful sleep.
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A Second Chance
Fanfiction"Sirius Black: warrior, godfather, and friend. 1959-1996." Is probably what Sirius Black's grave stone would have read--if he had one. But low and behold, as if it was a poetic representation of the man's dreadful, and painfully short life, there wa...
