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Sigh
Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix (so if you haven't read it yet, DON'T READ THIS)
It was over. The truth was out, Voldemort had escaped, and Sirius was dead. Harry was now at the Dursleys' house, getting ready for bed.
I give up, he thought suddenly. Screw this. Screw the fight. I don't care anymore. Voldemort can have what he wants. I really don't give a damn. I just lost the only person I love, the only parent I've ever had.
"I wish I were dead." He said aloud, "I wish I were dead with you Sirius."
As he climbed into bed, he relived that last day. The nightmare (that was all it was after all. A nightmare. A freaking nightmare.), then going to save Sirius, who was actually safe at home, only to have Sirius have to come and save him. Die saving him, that is.
"Please kill me," Harry prayed, "I can't do it anymore. Please just take me now. I'm begging you. I want to see him again." Then he fell into an uneasy sleep.
He was back in the dark corridor. But wait, this wasn't the Department of Mysteries, this was Sirius's house. What was he doing here? Where was Sirius?
He walked out into the hallway. It was covered in Christmas decorations. The house-elf heads on the wall still had their Father Christmas hats on. But it was June. Why were the decorations still up?
He heard singing up ahead. "God rest ye merry hippogriffs, let nothing you dismay."
Sirius? Was it him? Harry rounded the corner as fast as he could. There was Sirius, with a broom in one hand and a feather duster in the other. "Sirius!" Harry cried.
Sirius turned and looked at him. "Hi there, mate!" he exclaimed. "Good to see you."
"Did it come true?" Harry asked. "Am I dead?"
Sirius turned around and dusted off a picture frame. "No Harry, you're not dead. This is only a dream."
He faced Harry. "You can't give up. Don't think like that. You have to keep fighting. Everything will work out."
"But-but- you"
"I've done my part." Sirius said, "Now go do yours."
He slapped Harry on the back. "Good luck."
Harry opened his eyes. He was back in his bed at the Dursleys'. But he felt better now. They could do it. They had to. He had to. For Sirius.
Spoilers: Order of the Phoenix (so if you haven't read it yet, DON'T READ THIS)
It was over. The truth was out, Voldemort had escaped, and Sirius was dead. Harry was now at the Dursleys' house, getting ready for bed.
I give up, he thought suddenly. Screw this. Screw the fight. I don't care anymore. Voldemort can have what he wants. I really don't give a damn. I just lost the only person I love, the only parent I've ever had.
"I wish I were dead." He said aloud, "I wish I were dead with you Sirius."
As he climbed into bed, he relived that last day. The nightmare (that was all it was after all. A nightmare. A freaking nightmare.), then going to save Sirius, who was actually safe at home, only to have Sirius have to come and save him. Die saving him, that is.
"Please kill me," Harry prayed, "I can't do it anymore. Please just take me now. I'm begging you. I want to see him again." Then he fell into an uneasy sleep.
He was back in the dark corridor. But wait, this wasn't the Department of Mysteries, this was Sirius's house. What was he doing here? Where was Sirius?
He walked out into the hallway. It was covered in Christmas decorations. The house-elf heads on the wall still had their Father Christmas hats on. But it was June. Why were the decorations still up?
He heard singing up ahead. "God rest ye merry hippogriffs, let nothing you dismay."
Sirius? Was it him? Harry rounded the corner as fast as he could. There was Sirius, with a broom in one hand and a feather duster in the other. "Sirius!" Harry cried.
Sirius turned and looked at him. "Hi there, mate!" he exclaimed. "Good to see you."
"Did it come true?" Harry asked. "Am I dead?"
Sirius turned around and dusted off a picture frame. "No Harry, you're not dead. This is only a dream."
He faced Harry. "You can't give up. Don't think like that. You have to keep fighting. Everything will work out."
"But-but- you"
"I've done my part." Sirius said, "Now go do yours."
He slapped Harry on the back. "Good luck."
Harry opened his eyes. He was back in his bed at the Dursleys'. But he felt better now. They could do it. They had to. He had to. For Sirius.