Confessions
(Disclaimer: They're not mine. All the characters are JK Rowling's. Also, later in the fanfic, you see a character that was used in one of sweetlikecandy's fanfics, but I'll get to that later! Also, the first passage is from the "Beyond the Veil" chapter in Order of the Phoenix. It is the last few paragraphs. Read n review guys! Plz remember this is my first fanfic!)
'SIRIUS!' Harry yelled. 'SIRIUS!' He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing pains. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out...
But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest. 'There's nothing you can do, Harry—' 'Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!' '—it's too late, Harry.' 'We can still reach him—' Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go... 'There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing...he's gone.'
Harry Sat up with a jolt, his face dripping in cold sweat, his pillow drenched. He looked around. No dais, no door to a room filled with brains, no veil flapping in a non-existent wind...none of that. Just a notice board with nothing on it, a wardrobe filled with second-hand clothes and a desk, with his school robes folded neatly on its surface.
He stood up, wiped his face dry with his t-shirt and walked over to the window. He opened it and allowed a gentle calming breeze enter his room. Gazing out over the sea of street-lamps and almost deserted motorway, he thought of one thing, and only one thing. His godfather, Sirius Black.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't accept that he was gone. He'd have to find a way to deal with his grievances, but at the moment, he couldn't. The perfectly pruned roses and magnificently mowed gardens of Privet Drive were not the thing he needed in order to get over his godfather's untimely apparent death.
He didn't understand where Sirius had disappeared to. He remembered the moments vividly from his dreams. The cold laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange, the jet of red light hitting Sirius squarely in the chest, the look of shock in his eyes. And Sirius falling through the flapping veil, not reappearing in the other side. He turned, and saw his alarm clock change to 1:00am. He slowly walked over to his side table, picked up the alarm clock, and threw it across the square room, making it hit the wall with a such a force, Harry was surprised he hadn't broken it. He sank onto the bed, face down in a pillow. He felt a trickle of salty tears slide down his nose and onto the already soaked pillow. After sobbing uncontrollably into his pillow for what seemed like hours, he sat up, and dried his eyes.
Looking at the clock, he saw that it was now 1:10am. He picked it up, placed it back in its original place, and looked through the window. Except he wasn't the only one looking.
(Disclaimer: They're not mine. All the characters are JK Rowling's. Also, later in the fanfic, you see a character that was used in one of sweetlikecandy's fanfics, but I'll get to that later! Also, the first passage is from the "Beyond the Veil" chapter in Order of the Phoenix. It is the last few paragraphs. Read n review guys! Plz remember this is my first fanfic!)
'SIRIUS!' Harry yelled. 'SIRIUS!' He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing pains. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out...
But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest. 'There's nothing you can do, Harry—' 'Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!' '—it's too late, Harry.' 'We can still reach him—' Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go... 'There's nothing you can do, Harry...nothing...he's gone.'
Harry Sat up with a jolt, his face dripping in cold sweat, his pillow drenched. He looked around. No dais, no door to a room filled with brains, no veil flapping in a non-existent wind...none of that. Just a notice board with nothing on it, a wardrobe filled with second-hand clothes and a desk, with his school robes folded neatly on its surface.
He stood up, wiped his face dry with his t-shirt and walked over to the window. He opened it and allowed a gentle calming breeze enter his room. Gazing out over the sea of street-lamps and almost deserted motorway, he thought of one thing, and only one thing. His godfather, Sirius Black.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't accept that he was gone. He'd have to find a way to deal with his grievances, but at the moment, he couldn't. The perfectly pruned roses and magnificently mowed gardens of Privet Drive were not the thing he needed in order to get over his godfather's untimely apparent death.
He didn't understand where Sirius had disappeared to. He remembered the moments vividly from his dreams. The cold laugh of Bellatrix Lestrange, the jet of red light hitting Sirius squarely in the chest, the look of shock in his eyes. And Sirius falling through the flapping veil, not reappearing in the other side. He turned, and saw his alarm clock change to 1:00am. He slowly walked over to his side table, picked up the alarm clock, and threw it across the square room, making it hit the wall with a such a force, Harry was surprised he hadn't broken it. He sank onto the bed, face down in a pillow. He felt a trickle of salty tears slide down his nose and onto the already soaked pillow. After sobbing uncontrollably into his pillow for what seemed like hours, he sat up, and dried his eyes.
Looking at the clock, he saw that it was now 1:10am. He picked it up, placed it back in its original place, and looked through the window. Except he wasn't the only one looking.