This is my take on what I believe are some of the things that went through
Harry's mind after Sirius fell through the veil in book 5. This is my first
fanfic ever!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters of HP at all, all I own is
the idea of my fanfic.

I'm reaching out.
Searching.
Seeking.
Where are you?
Where have you gone?
I'm reaching out for you.
I can't find you.
I call your name, no one answers.
Are you there?
Answer me.
I'm reaching out, for someone who isn't there.
Or could you still be here?
I'm lost.
I'm confused.
Hello?
Are you there?
I'm reaching out into the nothingness of where I last you.
No one is there.
No one.
I'm all alone.
Where did you go?
Why did you leave me?
Come back, come back, I need you.
I'm reaching out for you.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything.
Please come back.
You wouldn't leave me I know you wouldn't.
Won't you hear me?
Won't you answer me?
This can't be the end.
I refuse to believe your not there.
I'm right here, right where you left me.
I'm reaching out for someone who has been reduced to dreams and memories.
I know this.
You won't come back.
You can't come back.
And it's my fault that you're gone.
I know all this and yet I still find myself.
Reaching out for you.