Disclaimer: Ofcourse I don't own them. If I did, than HE wouldn't have died. No no, that fault lies with J.K Rowling. Blame her not me.
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The Mourning
By Hagin.
The Dream
Harry Potter realized that he was yet again in the Department of Mysteries, part of The
Ministry of Magic. He was in the same room that he had been traveling to for the last three and a
half months, every single time that he closed his eyes for sleep. He looked around, but saw no
one. The same black veil hanged in the middle of the circular room. The same place that he had
seen his Godfather, Sirius Black, die three and a half months earlier. He now saw that the room
was filled with people. There were Death Eaters, and Order Members alike, but he could only pay
attention to Two people. Sirius Black and Belatrix Lestrange were dueling about 20 feet away
from him. He wanted to help Sirius. He wanted to cry out to him, to tell him what was about to
happen. But he could not speak, nor could he move. All that he could do was watch. The battle
went on for what seemed only seconds, and then again, he saw his god father fall through the
mystical black veil to his death.
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