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"Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.--Thomas Moore
It was not at all as he had expected. St. Peter wasn't at the gate; there was no gate at which St. Peter could be. It wasn't a city of gold. There were no angels with trumpets heralding his entrance. God wasn't waiting with great, powerful arms wide open. It was none of these things but he knew it was heaven none-the-less. There was a peace, a delicious, achingly wonderful peace that surrounded him. The chaos, the shouting and the sparks of countless spells that had utterly surrounded him at the Department of Mysteries had vanished. Most of all though, his worry, his maddening fear at Harry being hurt had also vanished. It wasn't as if he had forgotten or that the danger in which Harry had found himself was any less real. If anything, he was more aware of it than he had been before. No, this was something different, a deepening of his understanding, the ability to see things in their entirety, the whole story laid out in front of him. He knew Harry would be okay.
He looked out before him and saw nothing, no fences, no bars, no shields, as far as his eyes could see. He was free. At last, after fourteen years of imprisonment, he was finally, wonderfully, amazingly free. A low voice startled him. "Sirius . . ." He turned, it couldn't be true.
"James . . . "
A/N: This has been in my head for a while. I don't know how many chapters there will be yet. I guess we'll wait and see Please REVIEW!