Sirius POV when he died. I don't k now what's up with me, I keep thinking about deaths…
He fell back into the gate; he could hear whispers, calling for him.
He could see Harry, shouting out to him and Sirius longed to go and comfort him but he had no choice, he was dead. He knew. He couldn't go back.
Harry would have to cope without him.
The whispers surrounded him and amongst them he heard one he had longed for a long time.
"Padfoot?" He heard James say, "So you're here?"
Sirius cried, "Prongs? I'm sorry, I couldn't help Harry. I only knew him for a little while. I'm sorry James; he's been through so much…"
And then, she was there, there, Lily Potter, "It's okay, Sirius, you've had a hard time. I'm so happy to see you again."
He looked at the two of them, "You're not mad at me?"
The married couple shook their head.
"You're not mad… I hope Harry isn't either."
The three of them watched as Lupin pulled Harry away.
Both of them were crying, Harry more than him.
Sirius cried with them.
Hopefully he wouldn't talk to his godson for a long time.