Harry was in the middle of his final and least favorite O.W.L exam: History of Magic.
Just as he was trying to remember what happened during one of the many Goblin Rebellions, the room went dark.
He was standing in a dark corridor in the Ministry. He started walking, just as he had in every one of the visions he's had this year. After a second he broke into a run. He ran what felt like a mile of empty corridors before he heard a familiar voice come from his mouth.
Voldemort was talking to someone. Harry looked around. A body lay on the ground in front of him. It screamed and thrashed in pain.
Voldemort threatened more torture if the person denied him what he wanted any longer. Another familiar voice came from the body on the ground. "I'd rather die than help you!" a flash of light came from Voldemort's wand. Another scream came from the body. It rolled over, revealing the last face that Harry wanted to see.
"Sirius!" Harry shouted but his Godfather couldn't hear him.
The room faded. When Harry opened his eyes he was on the floor of the Great Hall. After a few seconds of confusion he knew what he had to do.
He started to explain to the professors that he was fine and that he didn't need to go see Pomfrey when he realized this was the perfect excuse. They allowed him to go by himself to the infirmary. The minute he was out of the Great Hall he ran as fast as he could toward Gryffindor tower.
He didn't even pause to tell Ron and Hermione what happened as he passed them in the common room. He took the stairs up to the dorm two at a time. He pulled open the drawer on his bedside table and grabbed the small antique mirror. As he stared into the mirror, he could just make out Ron and Hermione entering the room.
"Sirius Black!" he shouted anxiously, choosing to stay focused on the task at hand.
Just as he was starting to calm down and believe that it was all just a dream; that his Godfather's face would actually appear, smiling and eager to help, Kreacher appeared.
"Kreacher! NO! GOD NO! Kreacher, where is Sirius!? Is he still there!?"
"Master is not here. Master has gone out. Kreacher does not know where."
Harry dropped the mirror onto his bed as soon as the words were out of the elf's mouth. A small tear escaped before he sobered himself up. He turned to Ron and Hermione with a determined look. "We have to go."
The fireplace in the drawing room of Grimmauld Placeflared with green flames. Sirius stepped out holding a huge, dusty, old book. He noticed Kreacher placing the mirror onto the mantle where he had left it.
"Kreacher? What are you doing with that? Did Harry call while I was out?" He had only been gone ten minutes, he could try to call him back.
"The Brat did not call. Kreacher is just dusting." Sirius nodded and walked out of the room. "And I've told you to stop calling Harry that." he shouted from the hallway.
"Did you find it?" Remus asked as Sirius walked into his father's old study, not even bothering to look up from his work.
Sirius smiled as he placed the book in a stack on the desk. "Just where I said it would be. On one of the top shelves in the study upstairs." Sirius sighed as he sat down on the cabinet next to the desk. "How much longer do you think Dumbledore will seek revenge for us yelling at him by giving you all the grunt work?"
"Dumbledore's not mad at us. This is what I've always done for the Order."
"Yes, but your workloads gotten bigger these past few weeks and you know it." Remus laughed softly and nodded, letting Sirius know he was right. "Although," Sirius said leaning up against Remus. "I have missed seeing you look all professor-like when you work. Just like when you used to study at school." Remus laughed again. "And now you actually have one of those jackets with the elbow patches to complete the look."
Harry stood in the middle of the Department of Mysteries, watching helplessly as Sirius was hit with a stunning spell and started to fall backwards. He felt a pain in his side as he tried to run to Sirius' aid. He felt Remus grab him and hold him back as Sirius fell through the veil.
"NOOO!" He shouted as Remus held held him.
He didn't understand. Sirius was just there. They could still save him. Why wouldn't Remus let him go. A wave of different emotions hit him as he struggled to get free. Confusion, grief, anger. He was filled with Rage as he heard Bellatrix singing, "I killed Sirius Black!"
And then everything went black.
Harry awoke to two familiar voices whispering somewhere near him. He tried but he couldn't quite place the voices owners. He opened his eyes only to be blinded by the very bright lights. He looked around a little as his eyes adjusted and the blurry room came into focus. He found his glasses on a table beside him and put them on.
He realized he was in a hospital room. It didn't look like the infirmary at Hogwarts. Probably St. Mungo's then.
"He'll be fine, I'm sure of it." he heard one of the voices say. Remus' voice, he realized. He followed the sounds to two chairs beside his bed. Remus was sitting there hugging someone as they cried, Harry couldn't tell who. His vision was still a bit blurry.
He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and looked again.
He saw the familiar long, black hair and leather jacket.
But … it couldn't be … could it?
"Padfoot?" Harry called out groggily.
Both men were silent as they let go of each other and turned toward the bed.
"Harry!"
"Prongslet!"
Harry looked up confusedly. "Sirius? But … how? Bellatrix killed you."
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: Hey everyone, first I'd like to start off saying I'm so sorry for ending on a cliffhanger. I told myself I'd never do this in a story but it just felt right to do with this chapter. cliffhanger aside I hope you guys liked this one. it took me a while to decide exactly how I wanted to do this one. The good news is that I already have the next chapter written, I just have to make a few edits to it. I should have it posted in a few days. Thanks so much for reading and as always any comments, favorites, critiscims, or questions are welcome.
