The stillness of Privet Drive was broken when a man knocked upon the door of number four. The man wore faded, tattered, and over all dingy robes. Eyes that were once full of life and hope have been replaced by that of sorrow and despair. A face that had radiated a heavenly glow now displayed what could have been the depths of hell. Hair that once whipped freely through the wind had been thoroughly matted
A muffled shout was heard from inside, "Boy, get the door."
The rhythmic thumping from someone walking came towards the waiting man.
When the door opened and boy of sixteen stepped out the man's eyes glistened with joy at the sight of the younger male. With eyes like the clearest emeralds, this boy was one of the famous wizards in history since Merlin. The boy was, in fact, Harry Potter. Harry was in shock when the identity of the man became clear.
"Sirius?"
"Yes, Harry, it is me. I am alive. I've done something terrible. It affects you as much as it does me, maybe more, but I just can't tell you what, yet," Sirius pleaded.
Harry couldn't speak; he was still in shock from seeing his supposedly dead godfather alive. During the previous school year; Harry had been set up by Voldemort to go to the Ministry of Magic to 'save' his godfather. Instead Sirius was never in the Ministry of Magic to begin with, and when he tried to save Harry he ended up falling through the veil. Since that moment, Sirius hadn't been seen up until now.
"Sirius, I-I-I just don't know what to say. You're supposed to be dead." Harry said, voice stained with disbelief. "I saw you fall through the veil. And I saw you get hit with the curse; theoretically you're supposed to be dead by any account."
"I can't explain it to you right now, but please trust me. Come here," Sirius ordered Harry in a tone infused with magnetism. Harry could only comply with the request of his godfather. Sirius embraced Harry in a firm hold and with that they disappeared.