They arrived at Hogwarts sometime that evening. It was cool and cloudy, and
Harry had slept through most of the ride. He made his way over to the
horseless carriages, trailing behind Ron and Hermione. All he could think
about was Sirius, and what sort of state he might be in now. More than
anything he wanted to get to the castle as soon as possible to see him.
He climbed into one of the carriages after Ron and Hermione, and they were soon joined by Ginny, who was eyeing Harry rather strangely. Harry assumed it was because his scar was burning. He wondered how many people had noticed it by now, and what sort of rumors were going around about it now. When they arrived at the castle and entered the Entrance Hall, Harry was immediately lead away by Dumbledore in the direction of the hospital wing. They were both silent. However, when they reached the door of the hospital wing, Dumbledore stopped walking and turned to face Harry. All he did was give one of those looks that made Harry feel although he was looking through him, nod seriously, and then open the door.
In the far corner, half-hidden by the curtain, lay Sirius. He was moaning quietly every now and then, and his eyes were half-closed. Harry felt although everything good in his life was slowly washing away. It hurt Harry deeply to see his godfather in this state. He slowly made his way over to the bed where Sirius was laying, and sat down beside him. It took Sirius a few seconds to realize he was there.
"Harry," Sirius said, sounding relieved that he was finally there. He reached up and with what little strength he had left, grasped Harry's hand and pulled him closer.
"I'm so sorry." Sirius said. "I wanted to be a good godfather. I wanted to live to see you grow up - and be there for you -"
Harry shook his head sadly. "But you were a good godfather. You were the only real family I have ever had. Don't leave me." he said desperately, grasping Sirius' hand even tighter.
Sirius took a deep breath, and seemed to be trying to keep his emotions inside.
Harry turned away, towards Dumbledore. "Isn't there anything they can do for him?" he asked pleadingly.
Dumbledore slowly shook his head. "It was a muggle weapon. We can't do anything about it." he replied.
Harry turned back to face Sirius, who was looking weaker by the minute.
"Maybe -" Sirius paused, still holding in his emotions. "Maybe I'll see you again someday."
A single tear slid down Harry's cheek as he continued to grasp his godfather's hand in his last moments.
"I'll really miss you." Harry said.
"Me too." Sirius said, smiling weakly. Then, slowly, he closed his eyes and his grasp on Harry's hand loosened. In a few minutes, he was gone..
He climbed into one of the carriages after Ron and Hermione, and they were soon joined by Ginny, who was eyeing Harry rather strangely. Harry assumed it was because his scar was burning. He wondered how many people had noticed it by now, and what sort of rumors were going around about it now. When they arrived at the castle and entered the Entrance Hall, Harry was immediately lead away by Dumbledore in the direction of the hospital wing. They were both silent. However, when they reached the door of the hospital wing, Dumbledore stopped walking and turned to face Harry. All he did was give one of those looks that made Harry feel although he was looking through him, nod seriously, and then open the door.
In the far corner, half-hidden by the curtain, lay Sirius. He was moaning quietly every now and then, and his eyes were half-closed. Harry felt although everything good in his life was slowly washing away. It hurt Harry deeply to see his godfather in this state. He slowly made his way over to the bed where Sirius was laying, and sat down beside him. It took Sirius a few seconds to realize he was there.
"Harry," Sirius said, sounding relieved that he was finally there. He reached up and with what little strength he had left, grasped Harry's hand and pulled him closer.
"I'm so sorry." Sirius said. "I wanted to be a good godfather. I wanted to live to see you grow up - and be there for you -"
Harry shook his head sadly. "But you were a good godfather. You were the only real family I have ever had. Don't leave me." he said desperately, grasping Sirius' hand even tighter.
Sirius took a deep breath, and seemed to be trying to keep his emotions inside.
Harry turned away, towards Dumbledore. "Isn't there anything they can do for him?" he asked pleadingly.
Dumbledore slowly shook his head. "It was a muggle weapon. We can't do anything about it." he replied.
Harry turned back to face Sirius, who was looking weaker by the minute.
"Maybe -" Sirius paused, still holding in his emotions. "Maybe I'll see you again someday."
A single tear slid down Harry's cheek as he continued to grasp his godfather's hand in his last moments.
"I'll really miss you." Harry said.
"Me too." Sirius said, smiling weakly. Then, slowly, he closed his eyes and his grasp on Harry's hand loosened. In a few minutes, he was gone..