p It was as if Sirius was once again, falling through the curtain, the slow, agonising wasted seconds.
p Sirius screamed the loudest, most pain filled yell he'd ever heard as his body was ripped away from his
mind. Sirius, for the second time, skidding to a stop on the ground.
p This room was now bleak whiteness. Like pure shadows of mist hovering just beyond his touch.
p 'Harry!' shouted Sirius, his eyes widening. He definitely wasn't alive... did that make... no, Harry couldn't be p Harry turned around. Sirius froze. He was still on the ground. But it wasn't Harry. Yes, they both had black hair that stood up at the back, yes, the stranger was as skinny as Harry was, though older and taller, but there was no scar, and the eyes were not startling green, but a deep warm hazel.
p Sirius was on his feet.
p 'Prongs!' he breathed. 'Prongs! Oh Jesus.'
p 'I think you got my name right the first couple of times, Padfoot,' James whispered gently into Sirius's ear.
p Sirius sniffled into his shoulder and whipped his eyes.
p 'You don't hate me, do you?' asked Sirius sadly.
p James smiled. 'Since when have I ever held a grudge?'
p Sirius looked at James. 'It what I deserve,' he growled.
p 'It wasn't your /i though,' said James soothingly, looking straight into Sirius bright blue eyes. 'Peter should have known better.'
p 'What about Snivellus?' sniffed Sirius pulling back from James.
p 'What about him?'
p 'You said you never hold a grudge.'
p 'It's wasn't a grudge, Padfoot,' mused James. 'It was a hobby.'
p Sirius's laugh was croaky and disused.
p 'C'mon,' said James, throwing an arm carelessly around his bony shoulder. Let's go find and Lilly, and you can tell me what happened.'
p 'I can't believe I'm thinking this,' Sirius sighed. 'But if Moony died, it would be just like old times.'
p James rolled his eyes. 'What d'you think I've been wishing for for christmas all these years, you didn't think I still wanted that extra large box of dungboms?'
p Sirius grinned.
p 'When Peter get's here, he's going to find out what it feels like to die twice.'
p 'Peter couldn't get to heaven if someone picked him up by his big fat head and thew him here. Maybe
we shouldn't have been nicer to him at school.'
p 'If I had known what was going to happen,' Sirius growled. 'I would have invited him on our monthly trips with
Moony and /i taught him how to become animagi.'
p 'I've lost my life because of him,' said James wistfully, biting his lip. 'And I've lost Harry. Padfoot,
tell me about my son.'
p Sirius screamed the loudest, most pain filled yell he'd ever heard as his body was ripped away from his
mind. Sirius, for the second time, skidding to a stop on the ground.
p This room was now bleak whiteness. Like pure shadows of mist hovering just beyond his touch.
p 'Harry!' shouted Sirius, his eyes widening. He definitely wasn't alive... did that make... no, Harry couldn't be p Harry turned around. Sirius froze. He was still on the ground. But it wasn't Harry. Yes, they both had black hair that stood up at the back, yes, the stranger was as skinny as Harry was, though older and taller, but there was no scar, and the eyes were not startling green, but a deep warm hazel.
p Sirius was on his feet.
p 'Prongs!' he breathed. 'Prongs! Oh Jesus.'
p 'I think you got my name right the first couple of times, Padfoot,' James whispered gently into Sirius's ear.
p Sirius sniffled into his shoulder and whipped his eyes.
p 'You don't hate me, do you?' asked Sirius sadly.
p James smiled. 'Since when have I ever held a grudge?'
p Sirius looked at James. 'It what I deserve,' he growled.
p 'It wasn't your /i though,' said James soothingly, looking straight into Sirius bright blue eyes. 'Peter should have known better.'
p 'What about Snivellus?' sniffed Sirius pulling back from James.
p 'What about him?'
p 'You said you never hold a grudge.'
p 'It's wasn't a grudge, Padfoot,' mused James. 'It was a hobby.'
p Sirius's laugh was croaky and disused.
p 'C'mon,' said James, throwing an arm carelessly around his bony shoulder. Let's go find and Lilly, and you can tell me what happened.'
p 'I can't believe I'm thinking this,' Sirius sighed. 'But if Moony died, it would be just like old times.'
p James rolled his eyes. 'What d'you think I've been wishing for for christmas all these years, you didn't think I still wanted that extra large box of dungboms?'
p Sirius grinned.
p 'When Peter get's here, he's going to find out what it feels like to die twice.'
p 'Peter couldn't get to heaven if someone picked him up by his big fat head and thew him here. Maybe
we shouldn't have been nicer to him at school.'
p 'If I had known what was going to happen,' Sirius growled. 'I would have invited him on our monthly trips with
Moony and /i taught him how to become animagi.'
p 'I've lost my life because of him,' said James wistfully, biting his lip. 'And I've lost Harry. Padfoot,
tell me about my son.'
