Sirius Black
Disclaimer: None of this short Oneshot has anything to do with me except the end, and everything to do with the wonderful J.K.Rowling.
"He hasn't gone!" Harry yelled.
He did not believe it; he would not believe it; still he fought Lupin with every bit of strength he had. Lupin did not understand; people hid behind that curtain; Harry had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room. Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight –
"SIRIUS!" he bellowed. "SIRIUS!"
"He can't come back, Harry," said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. "He can't come back, because he's d-"
"HE – IS – NOT – DEAD!" roared Harry. "SIRIUS!"
There was movement going on around them, pointless bustling, the flashes of more spells. To Harry it was meaningless noise, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter, nothing mattered except that Lupin should stop pretending that Sirius – who was standing feet from them behind that old curtain – was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark hair and eager to re-enter the battle.
Lupin dragged Harry away from the dais. Harry, still staring at the archway, was angry at Sirius now for keeping him waiting –
And Sirius emerged, his dark eyes glinting as he shook back his hair and grinned at them, his face brimming with laughter.
"You never thought I'd leave you did you, Harry?"
