Sirius Black died. It was a curious feeling, kind of like being alive, except no one could see or hear him. But there was one thing that bugged him. He wasn't going anywhere. The general idea when one dies is that one will go to either heaven or hell, but he was still on earth. Quite odd, he thought. Oh well.
Looking around, he saw James Potter running towards him.
"Prongs?"
"Yeah, who'd you think?"
"It's good to see you!" Padfoot exclaimed giving his old friend a hug.
"Good to see you too," James replied.
"We're dead!" said Sirius with a laugh.
"I noticed." Sirius laughed again.
"There's something bugging me."
"What is it?"
"You're dead."
James stared at him. "Yes I am. I got over it a long time ago so I think that you should get over it too."
"Sorry, it's just, shouldn't you be in heaven?"
"I tried that."
"Oh."
Silence.
"Well?" asked Sirius.
"Well what?" asked James.
"Well what happened?!"
"Oh!!!"
"Yeah!!!"
"They wouldn't let me in."
"Oh, well, then why didn't you go to hell?"
"They wouldn't take me either."
"Why not!? They should be glad to get someone as evil as you!"
"I know, but they're afraid I'll take over."
"Ahhh. So you're stuck here."
"Yep."
Sirius pondered this for a minute.
"But then what about me? Why am I still here?"
James looked at him, and grinned. "You're my friend!"