The last thing Sirius thought when he was alive was that he wanted to see James and Lily again. The two had accomplished something that he couldn't when they were alive. They had found true happiness, something that was far from Sirius's reach. And they didn't have to be on the run for the last years of their life. They lived in a nice house in a small suburban town with a son.

Another reason Sirius wanted to see them was not only because that James was his best friend, but also it was because they all died for the same two reasons. One, they were all against Voldermort. Two, most importantly, they all loved Harry. Harry was James and Lily's son and Sirius's godson. Not only that, but Harry was Sirius's closest thing to a son or family. The Black family had suffered a cruel fate. Death, a fate that Sirius was about to face like the rest of his family.

At first, the pain spread throughout his body. Then, suddenly, his heart stopped and his breath quickened. And then, he felt numb and closed his eyes. He finally shut down, hearing Harry's voice in the distance. If he was alive, Sirius would have cried but a dead man can't cry. So, his corpse laid there as Harry rushed up to it.

After everything shut down, Sirius felt very floaty inside. Literally. He floated up towards the sky into the clouds. Damn clouds he thought as he floated through the clouds

He came across a man (he looked like a Muggle) draped in a white robe with a neat white hat placed precisely on top his almost bald head with wings and a halo sitting at a small desk. He looked at Sirius and asked, " Hmm. And who might you be?"

"I'm Sirius Black."

"It's says here that you're a wizard."

"Well, duh! I'm not a Muggle! I just died from a sort of wizard duel!"

"Well you shouldn't be arguing with me if you want to get into heaven!"

"Well, whatever Muggle. I don't see why you are deciding if I should go to heaven or not."

"I take that a 'Muggle' is a non-magical type person. Well, I am no ordinary 'Muggle'. I am a Saint. I am the gatekeeper to heaver," the man said handing Sirius a white card with his name and the words ' Judge of your fate' on it with dainty gold lettering. "If you do want to go to heaven, I suggest you shut your mouth and cooperate with me. I see that you were quite the troublemaker as a child." Sirius sighed as he thought about the days with the rest of the Marauders in Hogwarts. But, he spat at the thought of Peter Petrigrew, the rat.

"To get to the heavens, just take this flight of stairs and just—."

"WAIT! JUST WAIT A SECOND! YO SAINTY!"

" I prefer that you don't call me 'sainty'. Now get going, I have thousands more people waiting," Peter said pointing at the line in back of Sirius.

"I just want to do one thing before I go up."

"Yes… what is it."

"I want to say good bye to some people."

"Lot of people want to but, I can't help you with that. You time is up so it is—."

"Pleeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaseeeeeee. It's all I ask of you. Just a week. That's it. I just want to see a few people before I leave. I want to make sure that they know I'm okay."

"Well… oh fine! Just maybe this exception…"

" OH THANKS SAINTY! You're a saint!"

" Well of course I am a saint! See these wings and this halo! And don't call me 'sainty'!" Peter replied as he pulled a drawer from his desk. In the drawer contained a little red button with the words 'EJECT' on it. He pushed it and Sirius flew from the clouds into the sky.

"THANKS SAINTY!" Sirius called back as he fell back to earth.

"Why does he call me 'Sainty'?" Peter thought.