"Harry, get down!" Sirius screamed at Harry, forcing his head down with his hand. Spells flew over them both and Harry could hear screaming and crying in the distance. He looked over to his right only to see Hermione still unconscious on the floor and Neville, trying desperately to win his battle with the death eater Bellatrix but failing. Lupin, who was fighting his own battle, seemed to see this and came to his rescue, fighting two death eaters at once. He heard another shout and saw Luna, her face all bloody falling on her back from an attack. She moaned loudly but Tonks ran to her side, her wands above her body, defending her. More sparks flew by and the air above Harry was now alit with hues of all colors.
All over Harry saw his friends fighting…Getting hut because of him….and the guilt in his stomach started to take over. Because of his stupid fleeing to the Department of Mysteries to save Sirius, who was here above him, unharmed, people were getting hurt and their lives were not in danger. And here Harry was, down on the ground, a low place to be. But it was Sirius who kept Harry down and then he put his body over his godson protectively, his chest over Harry's head. Harry could almost hear Sirius's heart beating from under him. There were more shouts and screams from all over and Harry saw Kingsley shot down a death eater. He had always been a powerful wizard to Harry, and with his presence Harry's heart started to lift. Mad Eye was also there, swishing his wand back and forth to shield spells.
"Harry!" Harry looked up. Sirius brought him from under him and looked him in the eyes, as more spells flew above them. "I want you to listen to me Harry, and get the others out of here."
"What?" Harry said surprised. "No! I want to stay here with you…"
"Harry-"
"I won't lose you again!"
Sirius starred into his godson's eyes then and there, love and emotion seeming to fill them. Harry quickly looked to the ground embarrassed. Somehow that had come out wrong, at the wrong time, at the wrong place…then everything paused for a moment as the two were only aware of each other and nothing else.
"Harry…" Sirius began, pulling his chin up with his hand. Harry allowed him to do this and looked back in Sirius's eyes, eyes that were shining blue. They were beautiful, but as soon as that notion occurred to Harry, he shook his head, trying to remember where they were. And then out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw one. A death eater, right behind Sirius advancing towards him, his wand at the ready.
"Sirius!" Harry started to scream, and then Sirius looked behind himself and everything slowed down.
"Marvefellious!" the death eater screamed and a blue cloud of smoke seemed to hit Sirius in the chest.
Sirius was sent flying and fell onto his back. Harry held up his wand and yelled, "Expelliarmus!" and the death eater was also sent flying in the other direction. Harry then turned his attention back to Sirius who was still lying on the floor, eyes looking up. Harry's heart stopped. He was just lying there still. What was this? At first it seemed to Harry a normal attack spell, but then something started to change.
Sirius seemed to freeze, his arms and legs dropped to his side and his eyes locked at the sky. He seemed to be breathing, but with a halt it suddenly stopped and his whole body seemed to turn a light grey. Harry watched in horror as Sirius's whole body soon became a grayish white and crackling sounds accompanied it. It kept changing, and Harry watched as Sirius's body started to harden, harden more and more, until a glowing light overtook Sirius's body until it slowly faded out.
Harry froze, unaware of everything in the background and ran towards Sirius. He bent down and called out his name but Sirius didn't answer. Then Harry touched his face and pulled back in surprise of how cold and lifeless it was. His mind started to run. He had seen something like this happen to Neville in his first year, and even Hermione, but the color of this seemed permanent. Hermione still had hers when she was turned into stone, and Neville's his….but Sirius seemed dead without his color. He was a pale white grey, which made his once blue eyes seem dead. And something in Harry's heart jumped.
Sirius had been turned into stone. A marble. A statue. And he could no longer protect Harry.
Harry heard the death eater scream in triumph and Harry looked back, rage in his eyes as he raised his wand.
"Locomotor Mortis!" Harry screamed and the death eaters legs seemed to snap backwards. Other death eaters seemed to hear this cry of scream and then they slowly advanced toward Harry. He stuck his wand out and stood over Sirius. He wouldn't let them hurt him. More spells flew towards him and something like a invisible shield suddenly seemed to go between Harry and the death eaters, blocking the spells sent for the two.
"Harry!" can the overpowering voice above him. Harry looked up to see Dumbledore by him. As spells flew, the headmaster was shielding the two from the fire. He drew back his power and sent what looked like an electric bolt toward them and blew some away. Harry could only watch because he felt his legs couldn't move. They couldn't move…they were shaking….
Suddenly Dumbledore grabbed him by the shoulder violently.
"Hold on," he said sternly. Harry knew what was going to happen. It had happened in his fourth year with the portkey. He quickly bent down and took Sirius's solid hand and held on tight. Suddenly the world began to spin. Everything went everywhere and colors and shapes shifted in front of Harry's eyes. Then it all stopped and Harry landed with a thud on the floor. An equally louder THUD was accompanied next to him by Sirius who fell face forward on the floor. Harry looked up to see that they were now in Dumbledore's office. A murmurs of portraits were now chatting and muttering. He didn't even notice Dumbledore standing above him.
"Harry, stay here." Dumbledore said. Then in a flash of white light, he was gone again. Back to the Department of Mysteries. Harry stood up and felt the need to accompany him, his heart racing and ready, but then he remembered Sirius. He looked to the floor and saw the still hardened version of his godfather. His heart seemed to skip a beat. His knees buckled beneath him and he landed next to Sirius. He put his hands under Sirius's body and began to turn him over. Sirius was incredible heavy. Turning him onto his back made Harry realize just how hard Sirius was. How he was not even a breathing human anymore, but more or so an object. A rock. When he finally got Sirius on his back, Harry looked at his face which was still in the same expression it had been before he had been attacked. Harry touched him again, running his hand through Sirius's face.
"Sirius…" he uttered.
But Sirius didn't answer. He couldn't answer. He was as still as a muggle photograph. Where faces were frozen in time and the feelings would never change. Then Harry began to panic.
"Oh god, Sirius, please…" Harry started to whimper, bringing another hand to Sirius's shoulder. Tears were coming out of his eyes, landing atop the marble face of Sirius and Harry watched as they slid down, making the statue wet. He then remembered why he had gone to the ministry in the first place. To find Sirius. To save him. The was the main goal. And he had failed the proof was frozen right in front of him. Harry then lowered his head onto Sirius's body, holding him with all his might, and began to cry.
