I spent all night in tears over OoP, I adore Siri, and it over cause this fat lady ain't singing!
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JK Rowling owns everything, even if she broke my heart.
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The dark haired man walked through a deep mist. The fog was so thick he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. The last thing he remembered was dueling Bella, then a sharp pain, and nothing. "Hello? Is anyone there? Harry? Dumbledore?"
"Sirius? Is that you?" came a voice from the mist, one that was so painfully familiar Sirius felt his throat close up.
He took a deep breath and managed a breathy whisper, "Prongs?"
"Oh Paddy, what are we going to do with you? Killed by old Bella, well, I suppose it could have been worse." James Potter said sadly, but in a slightly teasing voice.
The mist cleared slowly, and Sirius could see the familiar form of his old friend, his wife Lily at his side. Sirius felt the tears begin to form as he fell to his knees, sobbing, "Gods, James, I'm so sorry, I failed you, I failed you both, failed Harry too_"
"None of that Sirius Black!" Lily scolded. "You had no way of knowing, we decided on that rat ourselves, and that isn't your fault. As for Harry," she trailed off, then knelt directly in front of Sirius and lifted his face so that he was looking her in the eyes. "You broke out of Azkaban for my son. You were there for him for the last two years, when he knew nothing of love or family before that. He Loves You! Without your love and support, he never would have survived this long, and in your name, he will survive this war! Thank you, Sirius Black, for saving my son's soul!" Lily wrapped her arms around him, and cried into his shoulder as James knelt beside her and held them both.
"Lils is right Padfoot. Right now, Harry is safe and alive, and Dumbledore is finally telling him the truths he hid all these years. Right now, it's time for you to rest, lay down your burden and heal a bit. Padfoot, death isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when you die by magic. Lils and I chose to wait here, for you, Remus, and Harry. Maybe if we're lucky, Harry will be kind enough to send Peter to visit before too long. You Padfoot, need to rest and recuperate, before your choosing is upon you."
Sirius tried to protest, but soothing darkness was filling his vision, and he reluctantly did as he was bade, and rested.
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So, like it? Hate it? Should I continue, or end it here? Should Siri be given a second chance on Earth, or is the price too high?
Please R/R, and be gentle, first fic here on FFnet, all constructive criticisms are gratefully accepted, flames will be used to toast marshmallows this Solstice weekend.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, JK Rowling owns everything, even if she broke my heart.
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The dark haired man walked through a deep mist. The fog was so thick he couldn't see his hand in front of his face. The last thing he remembered was dueling Bella, then a sharp pain, and nothing. "Hello? Is anyone there? Harry? Dumbledore?"
"Sirius? Is that you?" came a voice from the mist, one that was so painfully familiar Sirius felt his throat close up.
He took a deep breath and managed a breathy whisper, "Prongs?"
"Oh Paddy, what are we going to do with you? Killed by old Bella, well, I suppose it could have been worse." James Potter said sadly, but in a slightly teasing voice.
The mist cleared slowly, and Sirius could see the familiar form of his old friend, his wife Lily at his side. Sirius felt the tears begin to form as he fell to his knees, sobbing, "Gods, James, I'm so sorry, I failed you, I failed you both, failed Harry too_"
"None of that Sirius Black!" Lily scolded. "You had no way of knowing, we decided on that rat ourselves, and that isn't your fault. As for Harry," she trailed off, then knelt directly in front of Sirius and lifted his face so that he was looking her in the eyes. "You broke out of Azkaban for my son. You were there for him for the last two years, when he knew nothing of love or family before that. He Loves You! Without your love and support, he never would have survived this long, and in your name, he will survive this war! Thank you, Sirius Black, for saving my son's soul!" Lily wrapped her arms around him, and cried into his shoulder as James knelt beside her and held them both.
"Lils is right Padfoot. Right now, Harry is safe and alive, and Dumbledore is finally telling him the truths he hid all these years. Right now, it's time for you to rest, lay down your burden and heal a bit. Padfoot, death isn't all it's cracked up to be, especially when you die by magic. Lils and I chose to wait here, for you, Remus, and Harry. Maybe if we're lucky, Harry will be kind enough to send Peter to visit before too long. You Padfoot, need to rest and recuperate, before your choosing is upon you."
Sirius tried to protest, but soothing darkness was filling his vision, and he reluctantly did as he was bade, and rested.
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So, like it? Hate it? Should I continue, or end it here? Should Siri be given a second chance on Earth, or is the price too high?
Please R/R, and be gentle, first fic here on FFnet, all constructive criticisms are gratefully accepted, flames will be used to toast marshmallows this Solstice weekend.
