"Harry, please."
"No."
"Harry, pretty please."
"No."
"Harry, pretty, pretty please."
"NO!"
"But Harry, I need him. Why can you not accept that? It's not like it's hurting anyone, and you don't have to watch, I'll cast a silencing charm and you can read a book, or something."
"I said no, dammit. Bugger off."
"Harry, I'll buy you a new broomstick?"
"I don't need one."
"But I need him, and you're keeping us apart. How could you do that to us? I thought you loved us?"
"I do, but it's freaking weird. Go away."
"Not until you let me see him. Just for five minute's Harry, and I'll leave you alone. I promise."
"Five minutes?"
"Five minutes."
"And then you'll bugger off and stop annoying me?"
"Yes. I promise."
"Urgh, don't forget the silencer. Expecto Patronum!"
As Sirius out up a silencing spell, Harry grimaced, shivered, and buried his nose in his book, unwillingly to know just what Sirius was doing with Prongs. Bloody hell, he had heard of people pining when someone died, but this was bloody weird.