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The firefly was dim. Almost gone. It didn't matter. Despite being the only sourse of light, it was beautiful. Sirius looked around. The room smelled the same. It looked the same, other than the absence of the people. The veil was right behind him. He looked through it, Harry was right there, fighting. He was still alive. He walked back through the veil. It didn't work. It was like walking into a wall.
Stunned. That was it. His cousin killed him. But he was still alive. Just separated. His body was the same. His voice was the same. It was wrong. But he sat down. The firefly was beautiful. He hadn't seen a firefly this close before. He didn't know they had stripes. Then he looked down. His hand was swelling. If the veil saved him from dying, he might be saved by it again. He got up and ran right at it. It was like a wall. Then, Harry appeared in front of him. No, it was James. He started crying. His had was growing bigger. James was dead. He must be dead. But he was still alive. He must be hallucinating. The firefly stung him. Wait, stung? It was a bee. He realized that the bee wasnt glowing. There was a light in the room. He was stung again. And again and again and again. He lied down. He would surely die here. Peaceful. He saw his last breath slip away. Sirius was gone. But it wasn't a bee, it was a Tracker Jacker.