Disclaimer: Harry Potter & Co. do not belong to me... sadly. His sister does though... she is mine! I am not (sniff) profiting financially from this. Okay... you may go on with your happy lives now....
The Aftermath
I remember... when it happened at the Department of Mysteries. Right after... he was killed. Harry ran after Lestrange; I followed him. Watching Sirius go like that was... horrible. There was just this hole growing inside me: consuming me. I had gotten so comfortable with the idea that we could live happily as a family... for the rest of our lives. It was like my life-long dream was finally coming true.... Then it happened. I just wanted somebody to pinch me so I could wake up from this horrible nightmare. But it wasn't a dream. It was very, very real. Harry probably was feeling the same as me. He wanted her dead... and so did I. Suddenly it became hard for me to run; maybe I was too emotionally exhausted for my body to listen. I don't know. Harry obviously wasn't dealing with the same problem. He had already made his way out.
What death has stolen
yearns to be regained.
The power rests
within my veins.
It took me a while to find the right door. Everything was spinning. I couldn't concentrate on anything besides Sirius. I still couldn't believe that he was dead. It's... hard... words really aren't able to describe what I felt... what had just happened. Finally I found the right door.
Listen with thouest heart
to what commeth nigh.
It approaches with fury
yet is tamed by light.
Shock, I guess, is really the only word to describe it. Harry was entangled with some kind of... creature. I didn't know what was happening. Where was Voldemort? Why was Dumbledore just standing there? Didn't he want to help Harry? He looked as though he was in horrible pain. Then I heard it; Voldemort speaking. He told Dumbledore to kill Harry. I started to think why he would want to do that... then I felt it. Somehow I felt the pain that Harry was feeling, just for a second or two. It was... excruciating. Much worse than the Cruciatus, that I could deal with. This was different. Then I understood what Voldemort was talking about. I knew that Harry couldn't handle much more. For a moment I was almost ready to beg Dumbledore to kill him. Harry shouldn't have to endure such pain. He didn't deserve it! I just wanted his pain to end. I thought, for sure, that I was going to lose him. But then I realized if Harry died... I would be... alone.... I would lose all I had gained just like the many times before. The only real family I had left would be... gone. But he didn't die. He's still here with me. Sirius though... is not. I just want to see his face, his smile, his eyes. I need him. We need him. That's why I have to do this... because we need him here with us.
Creatures of magic
hear my plea.
Return the one I love
taken by thee.