Sirius Black grinned widely as he was just playing not even fighting Bellatrix Lestrange. Harry stood there immobilized and speechless as Sirius was knocked through the veil by a piercing red blast igniting the whole room in its shimmers. Harry screamed and yelled as Lupin told him his mentor was dead. This time Harry believed him as he had seen this happen over and over. But some part of him still wanted to believe he could still be alive... Please Sirius, just come through the other side, please.

"Ha-Harry," Harry whizzed around to hear the rough whisper of his godfather. "Over here, Harry!" Harry rotated his head to the veil but there was nothing.

"SIRIUS? SIRIUS?" Harry sighed as he heard no reply. He just wanted a sign, just anything to be able to talk to his godfather again.

"Harry I am not gone. I am beyond veil, it is...it is... Come and get me... Please... Harry you..." Sirius' voice swallowed up and everything began to swirl rapidly.

"Sirius, NO!"

Sweat trickled down past Harry Potter's emerald green eyes and it bled into Dudley Dursley's old and worn dull grey T-Shirt. Harry put his bony thin hand to his chest as he felt it puff up-and-down, up-and-down. "Sirius..." Harry groaned as he slipped off his bed covers and thumped down on the floor of his cousin Dudley's second bedroom. Harry's face cringed tightly as he realized the impact of his feet to the ground made a little too much noise for Aunt Petunia's light sleeping. "Damn it!" Harry whispered to himself in sorrow.

"Boy!" Uncle Vernon's voice bellowed from across the hall. He could feel the vibrations of the feet of lets just say his more than chubby uncle. The door swung open and collided with his wardrobe. Harry was caught wide-eyed. "Boy, do you hear me? Are you listening? No more midnight wanderings again or else you'll be locked in there from after dinner until its time for YOU to make US breakfast." He began to stomp his wide legs out of the room when Harry stopped him with a big grin on his face.

"Oh, I'll just be informing the One-Eyed Moody, the Body Twister Tonks, and my convicted murderer Godfather about this." Harry also forgot to tell his guardians (with joy) that Sirius was dead. Uncle Vernon's ears turned to fire as his face turned inside-out. "Oh, and do you mind making breakfast, I'm tired." Uncle Vernon slammed the door as his ears went twice as read as his best friend's Ronald Weasley's hair.

Harry chuckled as he got out parchment and quill. He was going to write to someone. But who? Well Ron would probably just tell me that it was just my imagination and to stop thinking about it. And Hermione would probably give me an explanation of reasons and go on and on, well at least she'd talk.

Dear Hermione,

I had a really disturbing dream tonight (nothing the unusual), but this one was different. I was re-living the event of how Sirius fell through the veil, but after he fell through, he talked to me. He said he wasn't dead... And he said "help me." What do you think it means? By the way, when is it happening?

Sincerely,

Harry Potter

Harry felt satisfied. Hoping she would catch on to him asking when he was leaving the Dursley's he tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and watched her ghostly white form sail out of Number 4, Privet Drive.