(A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! This chapter is definitely not my best, but I wanted you guys to have something! Next chap will be a lot better and longer, I promise! It's just I'm pressed for time and not feeling all that great at the moment. Hope you enjoy! (PS: Some second speech in the beginning for helbaffy. ;)
Chapter
2
(Harry's POV)
You know when you when you're on a rollercoaster and you go down a really steep drop? The feelings in your stomach when you feel like there are butterflies floating…or rocks? That's the same that happened to me as I saw the floor rushing up toward my face.
At that moment a felt a pair of arms lock securely around my waist and I prayed that I was dreaming, having another one of my ceaseless nightmares. But as my eyes slowly opened I could tell that it was worse than a nightmare.
Sirius's face hovered above mine a look of concern etching his smooth features. Raven locks casually fell into silver eyes that were wide in…fear? What he afraid for me?
"Harry?" he asked softly, and I almost didn't recognize his voice. "Harry," he repeated my name again but I guess I was too dazed to understand. My mind was too hazy and filled with questions. And above all, if any of this was real.
Sirius shifted slightly so that I was completely standing, still held in the security of his arms. I immediately pulled away, stumbling into Kingsley who had been standing behind me, clutching his arm. It isn't real, I reasoned. Sirius went behind the veil, he's dead. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut, trying to believe my false reassurances. He's dead, he's dead, he's not coming back.
But no matter what I did, the pain just seemed to wash over me in a wave. I began to run from the study, away from the shouts of protest and Sirius's torn expression. He couldn't come back, because no matter what I did, he just couldn't come back.
I didn't even realize where I was running, my tears pouring down my face only to be wiped at angrily. I began running up the stairs, my footsteps echoing as I raced to the top. Where was my frigging bedroom!
I stumbled, falling to the ground in a heap as the sobs began to rack my body. My hands came crashing down on the hardwood of the floor, my entire hand going numb with pain.
Pain.
Pain I could deal with. I could deal with the sickening crunch of my hand as I slammed it with more force against the wood. I could deal with the crimson liquid that pooled under it as I slammed it again. But I could not deal with death.
(A/N: We'll end there, shall we? Sucky, yeah? I'm really sorry for the late update and the overall crapiness of this chapter. But I swear the next will be better. I have a severe case of writers block right now, and am dealing over the loss of my grandpa. Next chap will be dedicated to him. Please review. – Silver)
