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Notes:
Yeeeaaahhh... about that. I'm... not dead? Haha... I have no excuse for not posting sooner... unless you count laziness...
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Harry Potter stood in front of the Department of Mysteries. Sirius had died here, once, eleven years before. Padfoot. His godfather. His only remaining family figure. Sirius could and would be saved.
The door swung open. A swirl of colour and light swung across his vision, and the veil was right there. About four feet away from him, his godfather's death place stood.
Breathe.
He traced a triangle in his blood onto the veil.
Think.
He drew a circle in his blood.
Act.
He drew a straight line down the centre of the two.
Freedom.
The Deathly Hallows hung in all its bloodied glory against the pale wisps of the Veil.
"Death!"
"Yes, my Lord and Master?" Mors hissed, his voice dripping with sarcasm and contempt.
"I command that you return my one «living» relation to this world."
A rush of icy bones later, Death -or Mors as he preferred - was gone and Sirius was stumbling out if the Veil.
"Cub," Sirius breathed.
His eyes made contact with Harry's.
Harry made sure he understood.
Their eyes locked.
Chaos.
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Notes:
Harry was seventeen when he killed Voldemort. Nine years later - 'cause nine is the number that broke us - he would be 26... Sirius fell through the veil when he was 15. That means it was 11 years later...
New York became the eleventh state of the United States on July 26, 1788.
The first plane to hit the World Trade Center (North Tower) on September 11, 2001, was American Airlines Flight 11.
September 11th is the 254th day of the year. 2+5+4=11
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