authors note: THIS IS ABOUT THE 5TH TIME THAT THIS HAS BEEN DELETED BECAUSE OF MY OWN STUPIDITY! URGH! ok, this is before HBP but it will be in the 6th year, no spoilers because HBP never existed while I was writing this ) that is a smiley )>> ok, well whatever...I was sad when i wrote this...you'll find out... sorry this chapter is soooo short, the next one will be longer! I'm writing it riiiight now...)

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replying to reviews:

CoPpErFyRmAgE: I reviewed yours, did you get it? lol. Ayra, well it's a long story, but I liked the name Lyra from the His Dark Materials trilogy, but I didn't want to copy it so I changed it to Ayra. Plus, when I did role playing one of my friends used the name Ayra, and I really liked it...so yeah...and Eragon did help a little bit...) and I made a profile, so check it out, if you feel like it...lol thanks for the compliments, it really rocks when you get reviewers...as you know...lol

euna: heyyy! thanks for reviewing...even though I already talked to you about your review...well because I know you in person...and we go to the same school...even though it is summer break..I still know you...lol and i will try to be more mystical

authors note: sorry to bother you again, but if you didn't notice...I say lol waaaaay too much...lol and I make these smilies way too much...lol )

Chapter One – Broken

Ayra awoke with a start, her heart thumping harshly in her chest. She opened her eyes, trying to banish the scenes before her. A girl with bushy brown hair, slashed across the chest with a horrible curse, her body slumping against the wall. Brains flying towards a red headed boy as he ducked, but they attached to his head, making him giggle senselessly. She screamed, awaking most of the people in her dormitory. She ripped the covers off of herself, and stood up running to the bathroom, hand to her forehead, which was erupting with pain. She closed her eyes, nausea enveloping her. She gripped the marble sink, and fell to her knees, while other students ran in after her.

"Some one get help! NOW!" a prefect yelled, as people scrambled to do what they were told. She felt a wet cloth placed on her face, while someone what holding her left hand, her right was immovable, for it wasplastered to her forehead, trying to ease the pain that was raking through her whole body viciously. Sweat was visible on her brow as tears slid down her cheeks, the pain almost unbearable as darkness enveloped her, and she fell into unconsciousness.

"Harry…" she yelled, even though she couldn't be heard, as a familiar rushing sound pounded in her ears. Her odd power, of being able to communicate with a boy, Harry Potter, had given her another sense. They were joined in a bond, that unbeknownst to her, was because of her real father, who was bent on revenge for the 'Boy-Who-Lived." He had been defeated, and that was a humiliation to him, just like she was, but she had no idea that he was her real father. Whenever a pain like this went through her head, she knew Harry was in trouble and needed her, or else he would have been gentler.

"Ayra, Voldemort, he's here, after me." Harry gasped as he ran through various rooms. I knew much had happened before he had called me, thanks to my horrid nightmares. My vision was blurred as I tried to survey the new room, in which Harry had stopped. Before us, was a large circular room, with benches all throughout it, making it have the look of an amphitheater. Down in the center of the room, there was a platform with an arch, a tattered black veilblowing in an unseen wind, attached by a few threads to the arch. A sense of evil filled her mind, as she gazed at it, but she longed to touch it, and see what was on the other side.

Wizards and witches, good and evil alike were battling viciously around them. The Death Eaters were numerous, but there were plenty of Aurors there to help. Everyone had a partner to duel with, even the children that could fight. We shuddered as we heard evil curses shouted, with onlytwo purposes…to harm, and to kill.

We turned to watch Sirius and Bellatrix battle near the arch in the center of the room. They seemed perfectly matched, both with the same amount of power, although one was evil and one was good, and they werealso rivalcousins. Bellatrix shouted Unforgivable Curses, and shot them randomly at Sirius, but he nimbly dodged them, although they weresteadily inchingcloser to him. We gasped as Bellatrix muttered the words, "Avada Kedavra" and a green light shotfromher wand, hitting Sirius flat in the chest, he just couldn't dodge that last spell. He stumbled backwards, his feet unsteady as he crashed into the veil. But, he didn't come out of the other side. Harry and Ayra shouted, pain in their blended voices. Tears fell unashamed from their eyes as they rushed down the benches to the veil. Harry tripped, a misty, glass orb falling from his hands. It crashed onto the floor, shattering into pieces. Their ears strained to hear what it said, but in vain for too many people were shouting spells at the top of their lungs. They didn't care; they didn't notice all of the people around them, fighting for them.

In their eyes, it was the end of the world; they wouldn't be able to live without Sirius. But it actually was over, everything was over, the Death Eaters had retreated, Voldemort had fled for he could not overpower Dumbledore, and the prophecy had been broken. Sirius was gone, and we just couldn't believe it. It wasn't supposed to happen, Sirius dying, the prophecy broken, Hermione, Ron, Ginny, Neville, and Luna all gettinghurt; it was just too much to bear. Their emotions broke through, busting through the fraying seams that had held them back for so long. A wail erupted, from two voices, one was Harry's andtheother,Ayra's. They were beyond sad, they were broken.

"Sirius!" we cried, tears still falling down our cheeks. "No…" we ran towards the veil, screaming his name at the top of our lungs. We waited for him to come out on the other side of the veil, with a smile on his face, just to say it was all a joke. But he didn't.

"Harry, he's gone. Sirius isn't coming back." Pain evident in the deep, husky voice, which belonged to Sirius's lifelong friend, Lupin. He walked up and put his arm on Harry's shoulders, holding both of us back, although he was only aware of Harry. We struggled, trying to run towards the veil, to run in and bring him, Sirius,back. We couldn't grasp the fact that he was never going to come back; he was never going to give us comforting words when we needed them most. Now, we were broken, with only ourselves to mend the hole that had been Sirius.

authors note: I hated writing about Sirius dying...it's sooo sad! and he ROCKS! well, it was like inevitable...so yeah...tell me what you think! read and review! )

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