The Death Of Sirius Black.

The Veil

   CHAPTER 1

   'Come on, you can do better than that!'  He yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
   The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
   The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
   It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
   'SIRIUS!' Harry yelled. 'SIRIUS!'
   Harry's breath was coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out ...
   But as he sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest holding him back.
   'There's nothing you can do, Harry ...'
   'Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!'
   '— it's too late, Harry.'
   'We can still reach him ...' Harry struggles hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go ...
   'There's nothing you can do, Harry ... nothing ... he's gone.'

Harry woke up gasping for breath.

His jet black hair clinging to his forehead from sweat. It still did not hide the now red and swollen, famous lightning bolt shaped scar etched upon his forehead.

Harry absentmindedly rubbed his scar with the tips of his fingers, trying to ease the now stinging sensation spreading around it, while he tried to figure out where he was, all he new is that wherever he was, was extremely bright and very clean ...

The infirmary!!!

Comprehension dawned on Harry, as he realised where he was. Though all he could see were blurry outlines, as he was not wearing his glasses, he could definitely tell that he was in the same place he had spent most of his Hogwarts years. That was definitely the same medicine cabinet over in the far right, that Madame Pomfrey took the skele-grow out of in his second year, to regrow all the bones in his right arm.

Harry reached to the left to grab his glasses, when he could finally see again he realised he wasn't alone ...

Ron, Harry noticed, was lying upon the bed to the right of him, ugly chord like scars ran up his arms and across his shoulder blades, a loud grunt would be heard from him every few minutes, but he still lay fast in a deep dreamless sleep.

On the right him he saw untameable bushy brown hair. No denying it was definitely Hermione occupying the bed, you would think she was in perfect health as she slept upon the bed, no scars were to be seen, but her breathing was fast and uneven, from the effects of the curse she had been struck with. At least 10 potions lay on the cabinet next to her, all equally as foul looking as the next.

Neville and Luna were nowhere to be seen, then again he realised Luna wasn't even injured during the battle at the ministry, the most she could have gotten injured would have been a few scrapes which Madame Pomfrey would have been able to heal with a snap of her fingers, and Neville as far as Harry could remember had only broken his nose which would have been healed with a swish from a wand.

Ginny... wait, where was Ginny? From what Harry could tell she wasn't occupying any of the white linen beds. He was about to give up looking for her when his eyes scanned one of the two chairs sitting by his bedside, he saw someone with flaming, red hair curled up in a ball sleeping soundly on the not so comfortable looking chair. Her hand out stretched latching on to what he had just realised was his own. They were holding hands! Harry didn't know why, but he felt happy, happy that he was with Ginny. That she was at his bedside.

He was about to close his eyes again when he caught a glimpse of the man sitting beside Ginny ...

Remus.

He looked more ragged and aged than ever. Ugly red lines from his condition, roamed across his pale, sickly looking face. Not even in sleep did he look peaceful ...

Harry was confused. What was wrong with him? The full moon wasn't for at least another two weeks, he looked as if a close friend had died, but ...

Sirius.

Harry's heart stopped. The events of the previous night came back. Crushing him. His dream ... was real. Sirius was gone. He was never coming back.

White, hot tears came prickling down his face before he could stop them.

Never again would his godfather write to him.

Never again would he hear Sirius' comforting words.

Never again would he dream about getting to live with someone who actually loved him, Someone who didn't see him as 'The Famous Harry Potter!' Or 'The Boy Who Lived.' But who just saw him as Harry.

He would never have a family.

Sirius would never be a free man, and it was all his fault! His fault that they went to the department of mystery, his fault that his friends where injured, his fault that the order had to come and save them, and it was his fault that Sirius never made it out of that battle.

While his head was pondering all this, he never saw Remus' breathing lighten, he never noticed the werewolf wake up, not until Remus had put a hand on his shoulder had Harry noticed he wasn't the only one awake.

"Everything will be okay, Harry. It is not your fault the Sir—Sirius is de—dead." The werewolf told him bleakly. "If Sirius were alive—"

"Well he isn't, is he? So how are we supposed know what he would have said or done had he be alive!" Harry snapped back, then he turned his back on Remus, he let go of Ginny's hand in the process, faced the wall, and pretended to sleep.

Remus although shocked at Harry's behaviour, was not angry at him, he knew how much Harry was hurting... Probably even more than him, if that's possible. A silent tear rolled down Remus' cheek. 'How could you leave us... How could you leave him padfoot?' He thought to himself. 'How could you leave him after everything you promised him?'

Meanwhile Harry was choking back his sobs, partly because he didn't want Lupin to notice, but mostly because he didn't feel he deserved showing his feelings after all the damage he and his stupid 'saving people thing' had caused...

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