The red light hit Sirius's chest without making a sound. Every muscle and
bone in his body stretched backwards, and it looked as if he was doing a
sick limbo dance. His feet left the floor one by one, and as if he was in a
weightless room, he glided into the Veil.
These memories had been going through Harry's head the two first weeks of the summer holliday, and the tears seemed to burst whenever he thought of his godfathers tangeled hair glide inbetween the curtains. And Lupins voice still rung in his ears.
'There's nothing you can do, Harry, it's to late Harry.... nothing.... he's gone.' And that was probably the worst thing abouit it, there was nothing he could do to bring Sirius back. For the first time, he, Harry, the one who had stopped the world's most evil wizard several time, was unable to do something. Nothing made him feel better, not even his memories of Hogwarts.
A knock on the door made him wipe the tears of his chin, and a week 'hello' escaped his dry lips. His aunt looked inside the room, and to his surprised she actually looked worried, but obviously it couldn't be for him... could it?
'Harry... I know you might think we don't care about you at all... But after all, you are my family... In a way...' Harry's heart stopped beating a second from the shock.
'And your mother was my sister, so I know how she was when she was upset about something... or someone. And you look just like she did when your great grandfather died from a heart attack. So... even though you may not trust me, just know that you CAN tell me about your feelings. That's all.'
She stared at him for a while, and he stared back. There was something in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. She looked down at the floor and turned arround to leave.
'Wait, -' he said. 'I want to talk to you about it... like you said... we are familly... in, a way.' She sat down on his bed, and he started to tell her about Sirius. She didn't say anything the whole time, she just looked down in her lap.
When he had finished, she continued to look down, until she whispered 'Your mother talked about him alot you know. I even saw a picture of him.... Wait a minute...' She got up and walked quite quickly out of Harry's room. Harry, who couldn't believe what had just happened, sat there like a toad on Valium, with his mouth open and an empty gaze on the door. Half a minute later, his aunt came back with a book in her hands, and sat down again. She offered it to him, and he took it carefully.
The cover was really dusty, but once he opened it, he forgot all about the cover, and even about Petunia. Because the sight that met him was Sirius. Sirius, and his parents, in their late teens. Harry had never seen them like that before. He flipped the page, and there were more pictures of them, even one with Lupin and his Aunt. He looked up at her with gratitude in his eyes. She smiled back at him, got up and left him alone with the pictures.
For the first time in his life, Harry felt like he had a real relative, and he found her in the most obvious place, his own home. But why was she acting like this? Why had she suddenly changed? But Harry didn't think of that anymore. He was just happy that he finally had a family member.
These memories had been going through Harry's head the two first weeks of the summer holliday, and the tears seemed to burst whenever he thought of his godfathers tangeled hair glide inbetween the curtains. And Lupins voice still rung in his ears.
'There's nothing you can do, Harry, it's to late Harry.... nothing.... he's gone.' And that was probably the worst thing abouit it, there was nothing he could do to bring Sirius back. For the first time, he, Harry, the one who had stopped the world's most evil wizard several time, was unable to do something. Nothing made him feel better, not even his memories of Hogwarts.
A knock on the door made him wipe the tears of his chin, and a week 'hello' escaped his dry lips. His aunt looked inside the room, and to his surprised she actually looked worried, but obviously it couldn't be for him... could it?
'Harry... I know you might think we don't care about you at all... But after all, you are my family... In a way...' Harry's heart stopped beating a second from the shock.
'And your mother was my sister, so I know how she was when she was upset about something... or someone. And you look just like she did when your great grandfather died from a heart attack. So... even though you may not trust me, just know that you CAN tell me about your feelings. That's all.'
She stared at him for a while, and he stared back. There was something in her eyes that he hadn't seen before. She looked down at the floor and turned arround to leave.
'Wait, -' he said. 'I want to talk to you about it... like you said... we are familly... in, a way.' She sat down on his bed, and he started to tell her about Sirius. She didn't say anything the whole time, she just looked down in her lap.
When he had finished, she continued to look down, until she whispered 'Your mother talked about him alot you know. I even saw a picture of him.... Wait a minute...' She got up and walked quite quickly out of Harry's room. Harry, who couldn't believe what had just happened, sat there like a toad on Valium, with his mouth open and an empty gaze on the door. Half a minute later, his aunt came back with a book in her hands, and sat down again. She offered it to him, and he took it carefully.
The cover was really dusty, but once he opened it, he forgot all about the cover, and even about Petunia. Because the sight that met him was Sirius. Sirius, and his parents, in their late teens. Harry had never seen them like that before. He flipped the page, and there were more pictures of them, even one with Lupin and his Aunt. He looked up at her with gratitude in his eyes. She smiled back at him, got up and left him alone with the pictures.
For the first time in his life, Harry felt like he had a real relative, and he found her in the most obvious place, his own home. But why was she acting like this? Why had she suddenly changed? But Harry didn't think of that anymore. He was just happy that he finally had a family member.