A/N: This is my first ever story. I don't expect it to be wonderful, and I do expect me to improve as the story continues. This story takes place four months after Voldemort chapter is very short due to starting so late and I'm getting tired.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Mrs. Rowling is God.
In the Ministry of Magic all was quiet, for almost everyone had went home for the night. But in the Department Of Mysteries, the Death Chamber was awake. The veil had started changing colors, the curtain dancing in the air. The room shook, the walls and floor cracked, the air turned hot. As if their was an earthquake the whole room was trembling. Once heard whispers were replaced by screams and cries. The curtain blast open turning a deep red, the screams halted. A man walked out from the curtain; the man was no other than Sirius Black.
He looked around, the room was now still and cold. Where is everyone? What happened to the fight... Where's Harry!? The last thing he remembered was blasting spells at death eaters. He felt as though he couldn't breathe. He sank to the floor, wondering what had happened to him. Whispers sounded behind him, he looked around and seen his old friends and order members smiling at him through the veil. Scanning through them, he found Remus and James at once.
"What happened? What does this mean?" Sirius shouted at them. They just smiled at him, he tried to make out the whispers but couldn't. He found Lily among them and looked at her for answers. She simply nodded; they all waved and disappeared into the veil. He looked after them, hoping they would come back, but they never returned. Lowering his head he started to sob. Feelings of fatigue came over him; he curled up on the floor before he fell into a dreamless sleep.
For what seemed like an eternity, he was woke by screams and shouts. Too exhausted to open his eyes, he tried to grasp what they were saying. He thought he heard Harry's name being shouted. He tried to open his eyes but failed, so he listened harder, hoping that his godson was there or even alive. A man was talking closely to him, he caught the words 'dead' and 'St. Mungo's'. Feeling dizzy, he couldn't force himself to stay conscious anymore. Please Harry, be safe... don't be hurt... don't be dead...
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