Disclaimer: still don't own them. Damn it.
The Jump:
The Fall.
"Boys...there is something you should see."
I was numb and confused as we walked through Hogwarts, stopping at the entrance of the hospital wing.
***
The air whistled past my face as I fell. The astronomy tower was getting smaller and smaller...and so was the figure that leaned over the barrier, screaming my name.
Regulus?
But I was free! Free at last. A closed my eyes and felt my body hit the ground with a dull thud.
***
One bed was occupied, the curtains ripped onto the floor.
We slowly approached it.
My world fell down all around me, my heart was ripped from my chest, and I was suddenly so cold that somebody might have dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on me.
No.
Impossible.
Not him.
Lying on the cot, his face ashen, his body wrapped in bandages, a trickle of blood running down his face, was my best friend.
"Sirius," I moaned, falling to my knees.
James and Peter both screamed, "NO!"
And Sirius didn't stir.
The pain was bewildering. Terrifying.
Sirius. Sirius, Sirius, Sirius.
Sirius Black.
I suddenly remembered the first time I had ever seen him.
Kings-Cross station was huge and crowded, and I was terrified. I had just discovered that there really was a platform 9 ¾ when I saw him.
He was beautiful. Insanely gorgeous. No boy should be that amazing.
I remembered what my father had told me:
"God has many angels with him in heaven. He sends some down to help people who really need a hand, people who need a friend."
This boy must be an angel, I thought, gawking at him. I wondered who he had been sent to help.
But I hadn't realized that angels, too, need help. Need someone to lean on.
Sirius black was gone, and it was my fault.
Only once I had thought this did I notice a smaller boy sitting on the cot across from us.
Regulus.