A/N- Yup major OotP spoilers in here people. I was very disturbed at Sirius's Death (mainly coz he's my second favorite character. The fact I killed him off in my last fic has nothing to do with anything. This is a one off thing and as always, I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. Oh and can anyone else say ARRRR!! WE HAVE TO WAIT ANOTHER I DON'T KNOW HOW LONG FOR THE NEXT BOOK!!!!! Oh well, back to re-reading it is.
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I hovered between the worlds. I knew I had to make a decision. Two figures were standing in front of me. The only outstanding difference was the eye color. One had hazel eyes, and the other green. They were both calling for me and I started to remember who they were. One was James, and one was his son Harry. One was in death, one was in life. This was my choice. Was I to live or die? I could vaguely make out fighting in my peripheral vision, but that didn't worry me. I missed James so much. He was my best friend for quite a bit of my life. Could I join him and leave his son? I think Azkaban addled my brain slightly, because I had started seeing Harry as James. Then I'd snap out of it. I was going crazy; there was no way around that. I wish I could have seen Harry more. Been there for him. This year was especially hard with that evil woman from the Ministry. I knew I was denying Harry the chance to know a father figure, but I was sure Remus could fill in. And he had Molly and Arthur. It wasn't fair to Harry to have an insane godfather who kept on mistaking him for his dead father. That decided me. I went through the veil.
On the other side James was waiting for me. I looked out and I saw Harry rushing towards the archway. I could see Remus holding him back, trying to drag him out of the room. I turned to James
You would have been proud of him Prongs.
And we turned and walked away into the mist to meet up with other departed friends. I knew I would see Harry again one day, I just hope he understood my decision.
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ARRR!!! WHY DID SHE HAVE TO KILL HIM!! WHY DO I GET SO INVOLVED IN BOOKS!!! I spent most of it either about to cry or pissed of at that stupid DADA teacher and Fudge. I can't believe Fred and George went. Even though I'd still like to see what Molly did in response to that. It was a very angsty book.
