I can't believe it's been fifteen years since I died. I wonder what Sirius is up to. Wait, who's that? Sirius!
"Sirius!"
I wonder what ahppened to him, he looks a mess.
"Regulus."
Bloody name. I hate my name so much.
"Oh Sirius, how on earth did you die?
I sound like Mum about me. 'Oh Reggy, who killed you.' Ahh, Mum. Evil witch.
"Bella. Is Mum here?"
Is
Mum here? What kind of stupid question is that?
"No. What I mean is, how exactly did you die?"
"Bella stunned me through the veil in the Depatment of Mysteries. And you?"
She's evil, that woman. If you can call cousin Bella a woman. More like a monster.
"Same."
"I thought Voldy killed you."
Ha! Voldemort, kill me? Voldemort was only interested in killing James and Harry really.
"No. Bellatrix did. She said I was going to get scared out, and she was right. So she killed me to stop me from telling the Order about Voldemort's plans. I meant to tell you, Peter was severing Voldemort, and that he would come for James and Harry."
See, I exceeded your expectations. You thought I would end up crazy like Mum and Dad, but I didn't. I turned good.
"My dear brother, what do you say we meet some of the other nutters behind this veil."
I've already met them, but whatever.
"Only if you promise never to call me Regulus again. Like you said too many times before, Mum was mental naming us after stars."
"Alrightly Reggy, but it is your brotherly duty to call me Siri."
Maybe you're not as bad as everyone made you out to be.
"Agreed."
"Good. Now let's see...Excuse! Mister! We are Messers Padfoot and Black. I'm Padfoot, he's Black. Might we ask your name?"
Oh Siri, you're mental. Wonderful, but mental.