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Chapter 1: Death is Only the Beginning

Sirius felt a strange sensation as he fell through the veil. It was like a very strange awakening, to what, he didn't know. He felt like he was gliding through air, unable to see or really feel anything. He suddenly felt himself pulled into reality. Sirius looked around, everything looked kind of muted. He looked around, it appeared that he was in Hogwarts, but he couldn't see anyone else. Things became clearly to him, his eyes seemed to really open. He noticed that it wasn't his surroundings that were muted, it was him. In fact, Hogwarts itself was just like it always was. He looked around, it seemed that he was standing in the middle of a corridor somewhere inside the castle. He looked both ways, but he saw no one. Suddenly, Sirius heard some voices around the corner. They sounded so familiar.

"Oh, bloody hell, what's going on now." A voice of a young man said.

"Ron! This is serious, I don't know what to do." He finally recognized the voices; it was Hermione and Ron!

Sirius looked at the best friends of his godson and was shouting their names as loud as he could, but they didn't seem to notice. He waved his hands in front of the two, but they didn't even flinch. He was so confused; what was going on?

"RON! HERMIONE! HELLO! CAN YOU HEAR ME?" obviously they couldn't, because they simply continued their conversation.

"I'm really worried about Harry. Since Sirius died he just hasn't been the same. I really think he's lost the will to live. He is so depressed. I know that even his parents' deaths cause him so much pain; I don't think Harry will ever get over it. After his parents and then Sirius, I really don't blame him, he probably be happier dead, at least he would be with them." Hermione said, near tears.

"Don't think that way Hermione, he knows we care about him, he's not alone. He still has us, and Remus." Ron tried to convince and comfort her.

"I suppose so, but I really feel like we should tell him. He feels guilty, I know it, but he really shouldn't it wasn't his fault. We need to talk to him. Now."

"You're right. Let's go."

And with that, the two teens ran to the Gryffindor common room. Sirius was incredibly confused. He tried to see what he remembered. How did he die? The harder he thought, the more came back to him, and then he remembered the worst part of all, Harry's cries of pain, and Lupin holding him back, that was the last thing he remembered.

Sirius suddenly felt overwhelmed with pain. He would never be able to see his godson again, tell him everything would be okay, tell him about his parents. To Harry, Sirius was the closest thing he had ever had to a family, and even though he never said it, he was sure that Harry had loved him just as much as he had loved Harry. Molly Weasley was right though, sometimes Sirius did treat Harry like he was James, but having Harry was almost as good as having James. It was unfair though, that he got to spend so much time with him, when his parents never got to see him grow up. He was feeling desperate when he realized he still had no clue where he was.

"Where the bloody hell am I?" Sirius voiced out loud.

"It's okay Sirius, we know how you're feeling. It's okay, we're here to help you." Sirius looked around but he couldn't see who had spoken these words. He knew who he thought it was, but it couldn't be, it was impossible. But then, his suspicions were confirmed as the figure rounded the corner. Sirius was in disbelief, was it really him?

"James?"

"Yep Padfoot old friend, it's me."

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