Celestial Spirit
Chapter 1: Broken Beginnings
Sirius.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" I yelled, my voice echoing strangely around the chamber I was in. I heard Neville scream something to Harry, but I couldn't hear what because of those bastard Death Eaters. I heard a shriek from a couple meters behind me, and saw one of them run past my peripheral vision and get hooked back as if someone stuck a fishing rod down his robes and hoisted him backwards. Damn, how Alice and frank would be proud of their son, he really has turned out to be a remarkable boy. It's a shame he only gets to see them in the hospital, confined to the lifeless existence they currently suffer. I hope one day that I can see how Harry is going to turn out, as Neville is already a 100% combination of Alice and Frank. No doubt about it. From the corner of my eye I can see the black curtain of the Veil that's been holed up in the Ministry as long as the Ministry itself. Then a spark of red hits me. By some sort of poetic irony, the colours resembled the life around me. One red spark and a Black enters the dark, nothingness of Death. Black is met by black. I knew as soon as I started to taunt my favourite cousin Bellatrix that I was going to die. My dreams of growing old with Harry and his children by my side were effortlessly futile. Harry. He's already lost so much. His parents, maybe even the chance of life if he can't defeat Voldemort. But I don't believe that for a second. Harry will have a chance at a normal life. The life I so desperately wanted for him still breathes the same air that I no longer do. I turn and face my godson, the only reason I had for obeying Dumbledore and staying in that hell house. As I turn, I see his face, and my heart shatters. There is quite literally blood, sweat and tears running all over his face. He is frozen, but I can't tell with what. I see Lupin run over to Harry and put his arms around him from behind, as Harry still stands there silently. Well he could be screaming for all I know, I can't hear a fucking thing. All of these thoughts in my mind ran through my head like an hourglass, which if it was an hourglass of life, mine would be desolate. I don't particularly pray to any deity that may or may not be up wherever the hell it wants to be, but as I fell through the black curtain that personified Death, I prayed. I prayed for only two things in particular, the first; Harry. I prayed that wherever he went, the luck that obviously eluded me and denied my very existence followed him around like a sick puppy. If anyone deserves it, its Harry. The second thing I prayed for was for myself. Hey I'm dead cut me a fucking break. I prayed that wherever the hell I was going; it would have some sort of viewing area so I could watch how things turn out. Maybe if I'm really lucky, I can relive some memories too. You never know, it could happen. I fade away through the nothingness of the Veil, and I wait. I wait. I wait. I'm still waiti- CAN SOMETHING FUCKING HURRY UP PLEASE?! Wait. What if this is it? What if this is the existence beyond the Veil? Maybe a chance at a decent Death could be achieved anywhere but the Ministry of Magi- okay maybe not, I can see a light. You know one of those fish that have that sort of lightbulb to attract prey? That sort of thing. I know it was weak, but I was so desperate for anything but nothing, that I followed it. As I walked the light expanded, as if opening its arms and welcoming me, which was a nice touch. I walked until the light completely engulfed me, and sat down. There was a sofa, and sat down and ravelled at the familiarity of it until I put my hands over the head of the other seat and noticed a rivet in the cushion. It came flooding back. I went to turn the cushion over, to confirm what I already knew. There was an orange stain and a cut mark, where I tried and failed to cut the stain out of the cushion just over 20 years ago. This was the sofa of Mr. and Mrs. Potter. I panicked and wondered what fresh hell I had been spawned into now, while simultaneously wondering if there was a way out of here, when all of a sudden;
"Glad you could make it, why not have a seat? I'm sure you remember where my spot is don't you?"
I spun around, hardly believing what it was I was hearing. I wasn't breathing. I couldn't. There they were. Standing right before me. James Potter holding a tray of Cauldron Cakes, and Lily Potter holding a pitcher of Pumpkin Juice and 3 glasses, a tear rolling down her cheek. She was still wearing the same clothes from the night she was murdered. So was James, except he was wearing the ridiculous, broad, but beautiful smile I'd missed for so long. The last thing I heard before I burst into tears was;
"Don't spill any of it this time! I can guarantee that you remember the hiding I got don't you? It's your turn this time, I'm afraid."