Everything was spinning.the Ministry of Magic building was no longer visible.it seemed he was flying through time; his whole past lay before him. On all sides, different scenes of his life could be seen playing like an old movie. He looked on his right to see James, Remus, Peter, and himself pulling a prank on an unknowing Slytherin first year.on his left he viewed the memory of when he first got to hold his very own godson.and then came the memory of the night of James and Lily's death and Voldemort's harsh wrath... He quickly turned and gazed in front of him. There was some kind of end to this, right? Where was he going? Why did he have to relive his past, all his life even? He gazed over to the left to see the last thing to occur in his life.a woman trying to curse him-kill him, but he was too fast; she couldn't get him. He was laughing and coaxing her on obnoxiously. He had gazed once, just once, at his godson, before it hit him. He was flung backwards in the most terrible pain and he saw the ceiling.which would be the last thing he ever saw. The laughing, that terrible evil giggle, was still ringing in his ears. As suddenly as it had all began, it stopped. All the pain had gone and he seemed to be thrown into one of those rooms for mentally handicapped or criminal people that are all white and fluffy, so that you can't hurt yourself. It was so bright that he had to squint to see his own hands. A voice he had been waiting to hear for 15 years suddenly reached his ears. "Hey Sirius!" called an amazingly untidy, black-haired man with glasses and a height of about 6 feet tall. Sirius sat up immediately. "James?!" he said exasperated. "It.it can't be.James, is that really you?!" James gave a hearty laugh. "Yes, Siri, of course it's me! Who else do you know looks as great as I do?" Sirius smiled at his old friend. "Jamie! I never thought I'd be so happy to see your ugly-hey! Wait a second~ you're not good-looking! I'm the good- looking one!" Sirius said grinning like he hadn't smiled in years. "Oh, come off it, Sirius! You know that I-" James started. "Ahem," a red-haired, emerald-green eyed woman cleared her throat behind James. "Lily?!" Sirius said beaming. "I can't believe this." "Hello Sirius," Lily said sweetly. "We've been expecting you." Sirius looked from James to Lily. He suddenly remembered what had just happened before he came here. "Am I." he swallowed loudly. "Dead?" James and Lily looked at each other and did not respond. Sirius could tell that he had just spoken the truth, just neither one could tell him. His eyes suddenly filled with tears. "Harry.Oh my God.I let you guys down," Sirius choked. "It's all my fault.if I wouldn't have-" "Sirius, calm down," James said soothingly. "We know it is not your fault. You did your best. You died nobly. You went to protect Harry. You have set the best example we could have asked you to for our son. We, Lily and I, and Harry could not have possibly asked for a better godfather. You're a hero, Sirius." "But I.I failed.I.Harry has no one now.he is alone-" Sirius said slowly. James smiled. "Sirius, he has got plenty of people down there to take care of him. After all, he's a Potter. And Potter's are fighters. Especially when that Potter has had such a great person in their life like you," James said seriously. Sirius could tell he meant every word of it. You could see it in his eyes. He looked over at Lily, who had tears in her own eyes. "What d'ya say to a little tour around your new home?" James said, holding out his hand to help Sirius up.