After Sirius' death (OotP)

"SHUT UP! DONT SAY THAT! YOU'LL NEVER UNDERSTAND! You say that, and act like you care but you don't, you don't get it, you don't understand. Death is but the next adventure is it? Well hey, I don't think this is the sort of adventure Sirius would have been up for, is it?! You cant just sit there, and be so calm, and we could save him, he's just behind the veil – he was so close – he can't just have gone."

All the blood was pounding, rushing, beating in Harry's ears. He wanted to hurt Dumbledore, kill him, make him feel as much pain as Harry was feeling now. His vision was tinted with red and he could hear his own breathing extremely loudly, raggedy and uneven.

"The Veil of Death is a very powerful magical object, Harry, and cannot be tampered with by a teenage boy or an old doddering man like myself."

"IT'S A BLOODY CURTAIN!" shouted Harry, his rage welling up, "What do you mean you can't do anything?! This isn't a situation where you can spout all that for the greater good crap and expect me to trot off, ready to battle Voldemort, AGAIN, and act like nothing's wrong!"

The next minute Harry spent blindly charging around Dumbledore's office, breaking all his possessions, smashing everything within sight. He stomped on the pieces, cast spells on everything in his sight. He wasn't even aware of being gently nudged out of the office by Fawkes until he snapped out of it, feeling something wet on his arm.

Fawkes had his head pressed against the crook of Harry's elbow and was crying pearly, glistening tears onto him.

"Thanks, Fawkes", Harry said softly, "But this isn't the kind of thing you can heal with tears. I appreciate it, though." Fawkes hooted in reply and flew back up the spiral staircase.

Harry feet seemed to be leading him blindly through the hallways, with one thought in his mind: get to Sirius. He didn't realise he even had a plan until he got to the Room of Requirement.

Harry whooped, and ran up and down outside the door very quickly, whilst thinking 'Sirius Black!"

Time seemed to slow down as a large wooden door appeared in the space. Harry reached for the brass door handle, feeling a spark of electricity as he did so and, with a deep breath, creaked the door open.

A/N: Suspense! Please R&R...I'm hoping to make this a long fic so your support would mean loads! :)
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