Here I Come Prongs

by l'Amie de l'ABC

As the spell rushed towards him there was only time for one last thought. "Here I come Prongs."

No. I don't own Harry Potter. Now please excuse me while I go die in a corner.

Jets of light flashed by, and people were engaged in deadly ballets. Twirling, whirling, dancing. Slowly, they began to fade as the adversaries were rounded into the center. But one person remained battling.

The longhaired man twirled his wand, shooting jets of light. The blonde haired man backed into the other men and they were rounded up.

There was a momentary stretch of silence, of calm, when it seemed as though nothing would happen. And then she appeared.

She was there and then she wasn't. The spell seemed to take an age to reach him. He could hear the wind rushing and saw his godson screaming out of the corner of his eye.

Here I come, Prongs. Sirius thought. And then the spell hit him, and he toppled gracefully backwards into the veil, gone forever.