Death, if she were to be honest, was a bit of a sadistic bastard. Now don't get her wrong, she loved the entity to pieces, like a big brother she never had, (She could say the same about War, Famine, and Pestilence.) but he could be a giant asshole when he was bored.
This is the first time she is reborn; choosing to spend a couple thousand years with the four horsemen before hopping off into a new life. And here she is, four years old and in the body of one Henrietta Potter, oldest of the Potter triplets. There was a pair of twin boys, two years old, and just now starting to act like hellish spawns. It was weird, she thought, being herself but in a different universe. Her parents are alive, Sirius is alive (he's not a Black in this universe, officially cast from the family. She is though, a Black, and she promises to take over, reinstate him.) (and with a son and wife? who woulda thought that could happen.) and everyone knows that Peter was the traitor.
Thinking about him makes her blood boil, especially now when everything seems so fresh.
She regained her memories just a few hours ago and promptly went through the memories of how she acted and was absolutely thrilled when she sees that her non-memory-self left it so there would be no questions when she remembered. There is one thing though, her non-memory-self was particularly fond of Sirius. She remembers curling up with the man as her dad fake sobbed about how his oldest daughter loved his friend more than him, as he wrapped an arm around her neck and brought her close.
She's thousands of years old, but the one thing she wants more than anything is to seek the man out, hold him close. The time where he fell through the veil is the only thing running through her mind, replaying over and over again as she slowly walks towards the living room. The man's son, Anson, is loud, boisterous. She can hear him before she even rounds the corner into the living room.
Her eyes sweep over everyone, bypassing her parents, Remus, and all the other people in the room, before landing on Sirius. Her breath sharpens at the first glance before she calms herself, walking over to him, faster than would be considered normal. She feels like she's a bystander watching when he lifts both arms up, welcoming her into his embrace and she can't stop herself from throwing herself at him.
She breaths deeply, ignoring the sounds of her Godfather's -he's alive- asshole of a son sniggering in the background. Her arms wrap around his neck, squeezing as tight as she can without choking him, her legs wrapping around his hips as well. She takes him in, the light laughter he emits that isn't so dark, so broken as it had been in the previous life.
The only thing that hurts now is that this isn't her Sirius. This isn't the man that died, who promised to get her away and she feels like her heart is breaking and the traitors called tears are falling down her cheeks and running down the small part of his collar bone before hitting his shirt and they. Wont. Stop. They won't fucking stop and now she's sobbing into him and his arms are tightening around her before she's being lifted and she hears him tell the room they'd be back and she doesn't have the willpower to look up, to see the worried faces of her parents, of ones she'd never had the chance to meet. To grow up with before they were so cruelly ripped away from her.
He's cooing in her ear now, trying to get her to calm down as he walks upstairs to her bedroom. He waits as they sit on her bed, telling her the kindest of things as she clings to him, sobbing big, gross, heavy tears.
It's an hour before the sobbing turns into light tears and labored breathing, her arms still holding onto him like a lifeline.
"I'm here now. I'm here now and I'm never leaving you again Harry, I promise you that." He whispers into her ear, a hand holding her and the other running over her hair, trying to comfort her the best he can.
She stops breathing at those words, the again ringing in her ears. She pulls back, wide-eyed, staring at the man that let her just ruin his shirt like he's grown a second head. "Again," is echoed, questioning.
He smiles, a little ruefully. "Again."
She swallows, it's hard and she feels like her throat is closing up on her and she feels like breathing might just be needed when her lungs start burning moments later and she doesn't even know when she stopped breathing. She feels like she should, that it might have been when he had said again.
"Siri?"
She feels like the world will come crashing down around her, the chance that this might just be her Sirius. She waits with baited breath for his answer, to know if this is hers or these universes.
"Ya, Prongslet?"
And he has only ever called her that. Now and in the past life, he is the only one who ever called her prongslet and she feels like crying again but she won't, not when he's actually here.
Her Sirius.
She's hugging him again, smiling into his neck. "Thank you, Big Brother."