Chapter 7 -- Reunion
Harry was looking over the veil room where he had killed Sirius and Hermione. He noticed that Hermione's body was gone, and was surprised that Ministry Officials weren't carting him off to Azkaban this very moment.
After a few moments of looking out over the room, Harry saw a gaunt and ragged figure stagger out from the veil.
It collapsed upon it's knees, still breathing, but in harsh, rasping breaths.
"Sirius!" Harry yelled, waking from his dream with beads of sweat still decorating his forehead. He pulled on some clothes, grabbed his wand and glasses, and bounded down the stairs.
Harry was about to apparate straight to the visitor's entrance of the Ministry of Magic, but he then remembered a time when Voldemort had taught him how to apparate wherever he wanted, no matter what.
Harry pulled out his wand, performed a quite complicated movement, and he soon was spinning 'round and 'round on his way to the Department of Mysteries.
Once Harry stopped spinning, he immediantly ran over to where he had seen Sirius collapse. Sure enough, Sirius was lying there on the hard ground, now barely breathing.
"No," whispered Harry, now on his knees beside Sirius. "No! Ennervate! Ennervate! "
Sirius took a big gasp for air, and started breathing at least semi-regularly again. A few moments later, his eyes flickered open, and a look of surprise was shown on his face.
"Harr-Harry?" Sirius rasped, trying to sit up, but failing and falling back. "Wha-what are you doing here? If I re-remember correctly, you were the one who killed me."
"And I regret it." Harry replied, looking down at Sirius. "Voldemort had promised your guys' protection if I joined him, but then later he said promises are made to be broken. Back then it was kill, or be killed."
"But, then where is Voldemort?" Sirius questioned, breathing still improving.
"I killed 'im." Harry defiantly replied, grinning now. "I couldn't take killing all the people close to me anymore. After you and 'Mione, I was going to have to kill Ron and his family.
"'Mione!" Sirius exclaimed, straightening up, but as he hadn't fully regained his strength yet, sinking back down. "Did you--did--?"
"Yes," whispered Harry regretfully. "Yeah, I did."
"No," Sirius whispered, tears leaking out of the corner of his eyes. "No, she was your friend. No, you didn't."
"Yeah, I did." Harry repeated. "Will you ever be able to accept my apology for what I've done?"
"No." Sirius said, finally able to sit up. "I'll never in a million years be able to accept your apology. Not after what you've done to all the lives around you. Including mine."
Sirius stood up, but had to lean against one side of the veil to stay put. Harry offered his hand but Sirius shook his head.
"I don't need your help." Sirius spat. "I'll be okay on my own."
"'Bye Sirius," Harry whispered.
Sirius apparated away, most likely to one of the Black family's many mansions. Harry immediantly felt very lonely, no friends left, none that didn't hate him anyway.
"What have I done?" He found himself asking yet again.
Well, that's it! That's the end of What I've Done! I do hope you like it. TOOODLEEES!!
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