'You were my brother, not Arthur. Merlin, I am talking about you. If you listen to me, answer me!' Her voice echoed from the bottom.

Harry expected that he could catch a glimpse of the great wizard, Merlin. He waited behind the gate.

'Why are you hiding there?' Sirius chuckled.

'Be quiet, Sirius. I'm waiting. Wha…Sirius, you are alive!'

Harry tried to stand up, but fell down from the chintz sofa, when his hip hit hard on the floor. Sirius didn't come back from the Veil. The grey curtain swam in the wind.

'Ouch, Harry. You fell into sleep again. I suspect you are still under the curse.' Ron frowned at him.

'I saw Sirius…, no, he must be a ghost. I worry about him. He must be in the... limbo.' Harry felt like he was drowning in the dark sea. The memory, Sirius talked to him in the Forbidden Forest flashed back in his mind. The image that appeared from the Resurrection Stone got blurry. The memory Sirius encouraged him to fight against Tom Riddle seemed to be illusion after those months. Sirius's ghost must have haunted him. He prayed for Sirius. He began thinking about holding a funeral. He hadn't done it yet at all. He knew Sirius was dead, and the pain of the loss had been sealed for years, but he had no time to think about it. He needed to fix the Voldemort thing first. He had no space to think about sending his godfather to …he wanted to cry aloud. Heavy feeling, the loss reversed from his past. Sirius should be sent like Dobby was to heaven, not purgatory, nor hell.

'Poor good man, you grieve for the last Black. I admit you are his good godson.' Phineas Black nodded towards Harry.

Harry thought Phineas Black wiped tears, but the movement was so quick, so nobody except him didn't notice it. Ginny whispered,

'We will set up for his funeral, the proper one.' She held his hand assuringly.

'Well, Harry, if you don't feel like doing this, we'll reschedule the session.' Hermione suggested.

'No, I'm alright. I'm just confused, Ron is right. The curse must be the cause.' Harry tried to focus on the task for the further investigation.

'Okay, Harry, you first.' Hermione urged him to put his wand tip to the temple.

Pulling his recent memories, Harry wondered whether all weird dreams could be contained to the metal basin.

'Don't be skeptical. Your memories would be analyzed properly.' Dumbledore of the portrait encouraged from above as if he read Harry's mind.

Silvery threads of the memories sank deeper into the darkness of the magical artifact. Hermione added hers, Ron did the same and Neville followed after them. Ginny looked around and asked,

'Where is Luna? I thought she came with us.'

Ron shrugged and said, 'Don't know. Never mind her. She is typical Luna Lovegood, you know? She is always.'

Ginny furrowed her brows at his words, but she began collecting her memories at Giant's Causeway. When she stored hers into the basin, Dedalus and the other Aurors put together their memories and more silvery threads were absorbed into the oval bowl.

McGonagall smiled satisfied saying, 'The device has been developed, Harry. All of your memories are connected altogether to one person's memory.'

'How? Whose is the main memory, Professor?' Ron asked with curiosity.

'Nobody knows. Who will try first?'

Harry felt everyone's gaze focused on him. 'Well, Professor, I'll need one more person.'

'You choose the person, go on.' McGonagall persuaded him to.

'Hermione, come on, we know you are the best,' Harry emphasized knowing a sigh of disappointment Ginny uttered.

They stepped forward and Harry looked through the foggy surface first. Hermione stood beside him soon after he was shocked to see the same gate he dreamt, where the voice, Sirius talked to him.

A strawberry blond witch who had green eyes passed by the gate. Hermione beside Harry whispered with horror.

'Professor Evans! Why was she there?'

Evans disappeared soon. Then it was Harry who shouted this time, Sirius, his face was pale, came out of the gate. 'Sirius, are you alive? This is Harry!'

Hermione said, 'He can't hear your voice. Just our memories, you know.'

The image of Sirius looked like a shadow or a haze. He followed after someone. Harry guessed he was chasing after Evans. Suddenly, the scene vanished as if the mist wrapped around all. Then Harry became tense to hear a screech, which belonged to one of the unpleasant women,

"Kreacher, You Traitor!"

'Bellatrix Lestrange…' Hermione flinched, and she said nervously, 'the memory must be Kreacher's. I reckon his memory mingled with ours. I'm not sure how, but his escaped on the way to protect your memory.'

Lestrange's curse vanished in vain before forming the beam from the caster. Harry noticed she was also a ghost, just a shadow between the hell and the heaven.

'This is …purgatory we see…or the space where the souls are wandering…' Hermione uttered the words prudently.

'Yeah…maybe…Sirius... I need to send him properly.' A tear drop rolled down on the face before Harry wiped it. He was just sad for his godfather.

The scene changed into the dark library. The other Hermione flipped through a book fervently. Harry was surprised by his own name on the page opened. When he was asking about it, she vanished suddenly.

"That was when I was summoned by the DA coin." Hermione explained next to him.

After Hermione in the memory was gone, they watched lots of colorful balloons hovering in the air. The Aurors were searching for the missing people. The D.A members arrived at the door of the old hut. Then they flew in the sky one by one on the broom. Harry felt a few important memories were missing. He guessed they were the ones the caster erased. In the next scene, Kreacher had just arrived in the spot Luna was hiding from the battle scene. She asked the house-elf to take her into a safer place. Kreacher did a side-along apparition with Luna and they hid themselves behind a tall rock. The other members and Aurors fell down on the ground. Kreacher apparated again and seemed to have a contact with Lestrange's daughter.

She and the other witch were riding on the King Dragon Harry had a conversation with in his dream. The strawberry-blond witch, he found her Professor Evans now, told Kreacher,

"Old magic dies hard, house-elf. Tell the descendant of Evans, the guardian of the dragons, we need your help, Harry James Potter."

A/N: I found a wee time to continue this story. So I did. I hope I can find another time to come back to this.