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Author Notes: I'M SORRY! I know, I'm lazy and I'm mean, but I can safely tell you that you will have the entire story by the 23rd. It's finally all written! I figured I should finish the chapters before I post more…thanks for your patience!

Destiny, Interrupted

Chapter Eleven

Dead On Arrival

Sirius woke with a start. His head was pounding and quickly closed his eyes. He started rubbing his temples with the heel of his hands. After the pain subsided to a tolerable dull, he sat up and looked around. He was sitting in a hospital bed in the Hospital Wing. The room looked the same, but at the same time didn't feel the same. It felt oddly eerie and out of place.

Sirius looked around, wondering why he was here. He couldn't recall being put here. He looked down at himself to see he was in his Quidditch robes. Then it hit him. He was in the middle of the game with the Slytherin's when he and one of the other beaters got in a fight over the bludger. He managed to hit the ball and the other guy was behind him. That's when it all went blank.

He rubbed his head and looked around again. Now that he knew why he was here, he wanted to know why no one was here to see him. Not even Madam Pomfrey was there seeing if anything was wrong. That annoyed him.

Sirius decided if no one was going to be here, he was just going to leave. He swung his legs off the bed and stood up. He stretched and realized that he didn't feel at all achy or in pain. He shrugged it off. Madam Pomfrey must be doing her job. He walked towards the double doors leading out of the Wing, wondering why he wasn't being stopped. He was hoping that he was for some reason. He shook his head and pushed open the door.

The hallways looked exactly the same, but for some reason, they felt off too. Sirius just took it for nerves or something. He continued out but was suddenly stopped by someone shouting his name in a voice that sounded familiar. He turned to see a girl of about thirteen with long black hair and a pale complexion. Her eyes were black and she was wearing a simple silver dress.

"What are you doing here?" she shouted and rushed towards him. She was shorter than Harry and he had to look down to meet her odd eyes.

"Do I know you?" he asked, looking her over. She seemed oddly familiar, yet at the same time, he couldn't place her.

Her eyes widened and suddenly her features seem to melt and reform. She grew taller before his eyes. Her hair shortened and lightened, becoming a sandy blonde. Her pale complexion became darker. Suddenly, standing before Sirius wasn't a thirteen year old girl anymore. It was Fate (minus a dress and instead a robe).

"What the hell?!" Sirius shouted, stepping back away from Fate.

Fate glared at him. "NO! You're NOT supposed to be here Sirius Orion Black! You should be back with your bloody lover boy! You CAN'T be here!"

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Harry finally was aloud to see Sirius. He slowly let go of the death grip he had on James' arm and just as slowly walked into the hospital room. Madam Pomfrey was standing near the only occupied bed. She turned to look at Harry, looking gray and tired to Harry's eyes. He didn't want to take that as a bad sign. As he walked towards Sirius bed, both dreading and wishing to be near him, Madam Pomfrey walked towards him. As she passed him, she placed her hand on his shoulder. He looked up into her sad and worried eyes and felt his heart stop. He pulled himself from her grip and walked to the bed.

Harry couldn't stop the sob that escaped his throat. Sirius looked horrible. He was pale. Deathly pale. There was no color to his skin. His neck was a nasty purple and blue, spreading down under his hospital robe. His eyes looked sunken in and bruising. His chest barely disturbed the blankets that were on his chest. He couldn't even imagine what his back looked like.

A few tears trickled down his face and a hiccup sob escaped his throat again. His knees felt weak. He couldn't hold himself up anymore. He slowly slid down till he was kneeling at the side of the bed. He took hold of Sirius' cooling hand in his and held it tight in his.

It wasn't supposed to go like this. Sirius wasn't supposed to die here. He was supposed to grow up and become his Godfather. He was supposed to be there in his third year. He was supposed to be there to make him smile through his fourth and fifth years. He was supposed to take care of him…even if it was little late. He wasn't supposed to die before ever meeting him…the real him.

"Oh Merlin…Sirius…" he sobbed. He pulled Sirius' hand under his cheek. The tears that leaked from his eyes drenched his hand. His whole body shook and closed his eyes tight. "You're not supposed to die yet! Oh Sirius…"

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Fate and Sirius had a glaring contest. Suddenly, Sirius eyes went wide and he looked at his hand. He had a sudden feeling like it was getting wet. He turned his wide eyes at Fate, who was looking at him with just as wide eyes.

Suddenly, Fate looked determined. "Come with me."

Sirius narrowed his eyes. "Why?"
"Do you fucking want to live, you moron?!"

Sirius looked taken aback. "What the hell?! Why are you being nasty?"

Fate glared at him and looked anxious. "I don't think we have time for this! Just come with me, please!" Sirius looked at him hard. He nodded and Fate looked relieved. "Come on then!" he shouted. He grabbed Sirius' hand and started running down the hall.

The walls past in a blur. He felt like he was on air. They were going fast. Suddenly, Fate slowed to a stop. Sirius looked over the door. It was a black door with gold trimmings. It wasn't one he was familiar with and that surprised him. He made the Marauder's Map. He should know where everything was.

With his other hand, Fate took the golden door knob in his hand and twisted. The door opened and Fate pulled him inside. Sirius stared at the place he was in, never noticing that the door slammed shut or that Fate let go of his hand. It was a well lighted room that looked like a cross between a study and a kitchen.

"Death, where are you?! I need you right now!" Fate shouted, walking farther into the room. Sirius looked at him quizzedly. 'Death?'

"Why are you yelling?" a girlish voice asked. Sirius quickly turned to see who it was. His eyes widened. She was quite pretty. She was about his age, maybe a little younger, with waist length golden blonde hair pulled into a single braid down her back. She was slightly short and on the paler side. The girl wore a pair of short shorts jeans and knee highs that were light blue with penguins on them. Her shirt was light blue and dark blue striped tank top. Her ears had three blue drop earrings and a silver choker with a sapphire amulet. Sirius looked into her eyes and was surprised that he couldn't put a name to her eye color.

"Death!" Fate shouted again and ran towards her. He engulfed her in a hug and the girl hugged him back. Sirius was confused to say the least.

The girl smiled and she had a dimple on the side of her cheek. "Now Fate, what do I owe the pleasure of your presence today?"

Fate let her go and looked at Sirius. "He's not suppose to die." He stated simply. The girl looked at him.

"No, I suppose you're right." The girl shrugged and grinned. "But you're the one who messed with Destiny! Can't exactly control what happens when you screw with the ways things are!"

Fate growled. "No, you can fix this! He can't die! He's not supposed to yet!"

Sirius felt his head spinning and they both looked at him. "Okay, what the hell is going on?" Sirius asked, getting frustrated. This was confusing.

The girl smiled again. "Oh, nothing really. You're just dying."

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James watched as Harry broke down at the side of his best friend's bed. He felt like he was dying too. He just wanted to break down and cry at his friend's side along with Harry. He slowly walked over, his feet feeling like lead. He felt like he had to be strong…for Harry.

"Harry?" he asked softly as he walked over to stand next to the boy. His eyes widened and he felt bile rising up in his throat. Sirius looked terrible. He felt other pieces of his heart break when he saw him lying there.

James felt a hand on his elbow. He turned to see both Remus and Peter standing there, looking horrified at Sirius' broken body. James was wondering why Madam Pomfrey didn't fix him better. Made him better. A terrible thought came to mind. You can't heal what's already dead.

James shook his head, denying that could ever be possible, because it wasn't possible. Sirius just couldn't die. He was supposed to be there with him as he grew up and had kids. He was supposed to be the Godfather to his son. He was supposed to grow up to an old man with him. He wasn't supposed to leave him. They had so much to do and so much time to do it. He should've been there to protect him.

A few tears leaked out, but he refused to acknowledge them. He leaned down and placed his arm around Harry's shoulder. "Harry?"

"This isn't happening!" he heard Harry sob.

"I'm sorry Harry…" he said softly.

Harry cried harder. "This can't be happening! You aren't supposed to die yet! You're supposed to be there for me!"

James seemed a little startled and looked up at Remus and Peter. They looked slightly confused too. It seemed like Harry knew what Sirius was going to do. He tightened his grip on Harry.

Harry started shaking harder. "You stupid mutt! You're supposed to my Godfather! You're supposed to be there for me! You're supposed to make my life livable! You're supposed to make me happy! You don't die by a stupid bat!"

James let go of Harry in shock. 'What the hell?' he thought as he stood up and watched as Harry continued to cry, beg and yell at Sirius…

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Sirius looked at between her and Fate confused. 'He was dying? He didn't feel like he was dying…' "What are you going on about?" he asked.

The girl grinned. "You seem like a smart boy, so you'll understand." She paused and looked at Fate. "Quite simply, I'm Death and you're dying. You're not supposed to die yet, but seeing as Fate has decided to grace you and Harry with a wish, it has…screwed up a few aspects of yours and Harry's life. And now he wants me to fix it." She bounced a little on her feet.

Sirius shook his head. He couldn't die! He was Sirius Black! He was supposed to grow up. He was supposed to graduate Hogwarts and become a great Auror. He was supposed to tell Harry that he loved him. He couldn't die! That was just…not in the picture! "Okay then, just bring me back!"

Death shook her head. "I could, but that would mess up the grand scheme of things even more than they are now."

"I can't die! I have so much to do!" Sirius shouted. He glared at her and said calmly, "Besides, you said I'm not supposed to die yet, meaning that you can bring me back and I'll die when I was supposed too."

Death seemed to think about this. "Please fix this!" Fate practically begged.

Death looked between the two. "I suppose…" both boys felt joy. "But…" that stopped the feeling. "You're going to have to right everything Destiny." She said simply. "If I'm going to fix this, you do too."

Sirius looked relieved. "Okay, that's good! Just fix everything and than life can go on! I like that plan."

Both deities looked at him. "You quite sure?" Death asked softly.

Sirius nodded. "Yeah! I have things I need to do!"

Death looked at Fate. He held up three fingers. She held up one. He seemed saddened by that thought but nodded. He turned to Sirius. "I'll see you on the other side Sirius." With that, he disappeared.

Sirius looked at the girl and she looked at him. "Well Sirius. You'll have to get out whatever you're going to say when you get there."

"Why? I have plenty of time to do what I need to do." He said with a smile. "I have more time to live, right?"

Death nodded. "Well, be good to him."

Suddenly, she was standing in front of Sirius. She leaned in close. "Have a good life. I don't want to see you for a while now, you hear?"

Sirius nodded and she smiled sadly. She leaned up and softly placed her lips on his. The world started spinning and everything went black…

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Harry was still gripping Sirius hand, like he was never going to let go. And he wasn't. Sirius wasn't supposed to go yet, so he wouldn't let him. He wouldn't.

"I'm not going to let you go Sirius." Harry said determinedly and pulled the hand closer to his chest.

"And I don't plan on going anywhere Harry." A gruff voice said from above his head.

Harry's eyes went wide and he heard the gasps around him. He lifted his head to see a pair of icy blue eyes staring at him and a grin. Harry's heart stopped and he heard clicking heels getting closer.

"Sirius?"

He smiled and winced. "The one and only."

Harry starting shaking again and sobbed. "Hey, hey, now! I'm not dead! Don't cry!" Sirius curled his hand around Harry's. "I'm…well, I'll live."

Harry starting laughing through is tears. "I thought I lost you!"

"You almost did there for a moment, but Death took care of me."

Harry looked up at him, his sobbing and crying subsiding, but not the tears. "Death?"

Sirius smile softly. "I'll explain later. We have all the time now."

Harry grinned. "Yeah, that's good."

"I'm so sorry to interrupt, but I need to take care of him now." Both males turned to see Madam Pomfrey looking at Sirius something akin to shock.

Harry stood up and smiled. "That's alright." He turned to Sirius and grinned wider. He leaned down and placed a kiss on his cheek. "See you soon?"

Sirius nodded. "Yeah."

Harry turned and started walking out with the rest of the Marauders. He turned briefly to look back once he was at the door, but he saw Sirius smiling at a relieved Pomfrey and softly closed the door.

He was in complete bliss. Sirius was alive. He wasn't dying on him. He couldn't handle Sirius dying twice on him. He felt his spirits lifting and felt like nothing could bring him down.

"Harry?" Harry turned to see Remus, Peter and James looking at him.

"Yes?"
"I know you're happy…we're happy for Merlin sake, but…" James looked to Remus.

"But," Remus continued. "We need you to explain something."

"What?"

Remus looked him in the eyes. "What did you mean by he isn't supposed to die yet?"