Disclaimer:I do not own any of this, except the obvious. Sirius is one of my favorite characters, and I feel like he deserved his own happy ending, so I'll give it to him! This is a time-turner fic with an endgame of SiriusxOC. I would love to hear your opinion so far!
Dust. Debris. The Dead. Everywhere. There was blood, so much blood. So much loss. How could we make it out of this? The ground was littered with bodies, spells were flying in the air, and there I stood. Out of breath, and out of time. The people I swore to protect were gone. I had failed. There was nothing left. The time turner resting between my breasts weighed heavily. If only I could change the outcome. We haven't lost, yet. We are fighters, and we will fight until the end, but our loss is so great. Duel after duel is exhausting. The fight is never ending. Across the way, Molly stepped in front of Ginny. Bellatrix went after her. Spells and curses were flying. Bellatrix was winning. I could see it, Ginny could see it, Molly could see it, and so could Bellatrix. Her warped grin could be seen from across the hall. Before I even realized it, my legs carried me toward them. Wand at the ready, I interjected their fight. Molly was surprised, but Bellatrix was excited. This wasn't our first duel. I had fought her during fifth year before Sirius showed up, and again when she tortured Hermione and I in Malfoy Manor. I promised her the next time, she wouldn't get away with it. I refuse to break this promise. She was casting the nastiest curses known to man, and even some unknown. The cruciatus curse and the killing curse were her favorites. After what seemed like a century, I could see Bellatrix wearing down. While I was equally exhausted, I had more to fight for. Suddenly, a bright green light caught my eye. Out of the great hall, I saw Professor McGonagall go down. Hit with the killing curse. The weight was crushing, and by the time I got myself to turn around back to Bellatrix it was too late for me to deflect the curse heading my way. It looked like lightning flashing across the sky, heading straight toward me. I could see Bellatrix knew she would land it, that manic grin was back. I watched in slow motion as it hit me. An incredible pain burst through my body, similar to that of the crucio, but this was different. I could feel glass cutting into me. The curse hit the time turner. Light flashed before my eyes. Pain was still burning through my body. I closed my eyes and let the sensation take me. Bright light was all I could see, and it lasted what seemed like an eternity. However, the light was almost comforting. Was this the afterlife? I sure hoped not, because the pain was still present. Hermione always said it was supposed to be peaceful when we died. I thought of Harry and Hermione. Of everyone I left behind. I felt like I failed them. I started to list all of the people I cared about, and whether or not they were alive or dead. Wondering if I would see them again.
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Caught in my own mind, the hard ground I slammed into caught me off guard. My breath was knocked out of me, and I was struggling to breathe. With my eyes still closed, I took note of how I felt. My head was killing me, the pulsing of pain was still there but bearable, and there was a searing in my chest. When I opened my eyes, I was at Hogwarts still, but not my Hogwarts. Instead of gray and dismal, this Hogwarts was the one of my childhood. Bright and green, even with the sky turning to dusk. It was the Hogwarts I called home. Slowly, I started to get up and make my way to the edge of the forest. It was too early to go inside, as there would probably be students. I had no idea what time it was, but I could tell the forest was coming alive. I took this as my sign to get moving, and started, slowly, moving toward the castle. I knew something wasn't right, but I had no where else to go. As I made my way through the deserted halls, it seemed different. I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but it felt wrong. I had decided I would go toward McGonagall's office. I wasn't sure what I would find, but I certainly didn't expect to see Professor, not only alive and well, but looking much younger than I remember.
"Professor McGonagall, I need your help."