WOW! Another chapter in one hour! I'm super today! Or rather tonight. I should be in bed. xD This is bad I am

Draco read while George slept. After the others came and it was his turn to spend time with Lyra (hah, spend time with her, all he could do was sit there), he sat in her room and read some more. He passed through the D.A. lessons, including the last one where she learned to cast a Patronus which took the form of a wolf. He pored over her continued struggles with her studies, and her examinations, including her Defence Against the Dark Arts and Transfiguration, both of which she was very proud. He passed through her practical Astronomy exam that night and her History of Magic exam the following day, and the attempt to break into Umbridge's office which had gotten them all caught.

Here Draco paused. He remembered that day particularly well. The D.A. had pulled off some very nice tricks, especially Ginny. Draco shivered. He had had no idea that she could cast such a strong Bat Bogey Hex. Carefully he read on.

Saturday 20th June 1996

Well, I'm sitting on my bed (everyone else has gone so I've got plenty of privacy), thinking of how to start this. I still can't believe he's gone. It shakes me to the core, every time I remember that I won't ever see him at Grimmauld Place. He seemed like a wonderful guy. But still, the words keep running through my brain like an evil mantra.

Sirius is dead.

My cousin. The one person who knew how it felt, a blood-traitor among a family of pure-bloods. I barely got to know him.

At that point, Draco had to stop. The amount of emotion that the book evoked was overwhelming. Lyra had poured everything into this diary-her heart, her soul, every true feeling was here. Sometimes Draco would leave entries half-finished because he just couldn't handle all the raw emotion bound in the pages.

Draco quickly skimmed the page. If he actually properly read it, he feared he would sink into a dark hole. He couldn't handle the pain in this entry-he was shocked that his sister had managed to. Then again, she had a wonderful support network in the form of the Weasleys, Harry, Hermione, Luna, and many more he couldn't even think of. He didn't have that. All these thoughts whisked through Draco's head as he read past the group's travel to the Ministry on Thestrals, their blind charge into the Department of Mysteries, and the battle which resulted in The Order of the Phoenix rescuing them.

I don't know how he had managed it, but somehow Rookwood had Disarmed Lupin and was about to end him. Without thinking I distracted him with a Stunning Spell, which caused him to dive out of the way. I instantly regretted it when he turned his full attention to me. Suddenly I was duelling for my life.

In that moment I thanked everything I held dear that I had attended those D.A. sessions. The things I learned there helped me survive far longer than I thought I would. Still, Rookwood backed me into a corner, and would've finished me had Luna, standing with Tonks, not Stunned him. I shouted my thanks at her and she smiled in her vague way again. I turned, charging towards Harry and Sirius who were pinned on the dais.

Charging up the steps, I came face-to-face with my father.

I never hesitated. "Impedimenta!" The word left my lips and the man who I'd come to think of as Mr Malfoy rocketed backwards.

"Bloody hell," exclaimed Harry as he moved to stand with me, "that was your father."

"He's not my father." I replied. "Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin, hell, even Sirius-" I glanced up at my cousin "-is more of a father figure."

The older man studied me. "You two have to get out of here," he finally said. Harry and I exchanged glances. "Get the others, and get out of here," repeated Sirius, ducking a spell. I deflected another headed my way-it knocked another Death Eater off their feet. Sirius grabbed Harry and my hands. "Let's go!" he shouted.

"Avada Kedavra!"

It took me a moment to recognise the voice of Bellatrix Lestrange, née Black, Aunt, and crazy Death Eater lady. I ducked automatically, then realised I felt fine. Slowly I turned-just in time to see Sirius look at Harry and I…and fall through the veil.

I barely heard myself afterwards. Numbness seared through me. All I remember is my wand clattering to the ground as I leapt for Bellatrix with my bare hands, a scream rising in my throat. I felt Tonks, another cousin of mine, wrap her arms around me at the same time as Lupin grabbed Harry. Bellatrix turn to slip out the door. The moment Tonks grabbed me, she held on, and eventually my fighting slowed, and I began to cry hopelessly. Sirius was gone.

Lupin wasn't so lucky. Harry broke free of his hold and vanished after Bellatrix. Quickly the rest of the Order took care of the remaining Death Eaters, while we all headed together after Harry.

Running, I skidded to a stop outside. To my sheer and utter relief, Professor Dumbledore was there, kneeling beside Harry. Harry, however, looked strange. His face was pale, and his eyes had slit-shaped pupils. I had Ginny gasp, and realised what was happening.

Voldemort was here. And he was possessing Harry. Beside me, Hermione gave a soft sob as she too clicked. At the noise, Harry's eyes flicked towards us as he arched on the ground. Something sparked in his eyes, a light that was fighting to take hold. Suddenly, it sprang free, blooming in his eyes to become recognition. Caring. Love. Loyalty.

The slit-pupil eyes were gone. We stood helplessly, as, one moment Voldemort wasn't there, the next he was. He raised his wand to Harry, saying something that none of us could hear. A scream was already forming on my lips when there was a plume of green fire, and Cornelius Fudge, Prime Minister, stepped out of the flames, soon followed by others. In that single breath, Voldemort vanished, leaving us to explain what was going on.

The Order members sent us back to school, escorting us to the hospital wing. Despite my protests that I was fine, Madam Pomfrey made me take a sleeping draught, so I slept for the rest of the night, and through until about noon the next day.

After being allowed to return to the Gryffindor common room, I was assaulted by students wanting to know what had happened. Harry saved me, distracting them long enough that I could escape to my bed where I could cry in quiet, and let the complete truth wash through me.

Sirius was dead. And he wasn't coming back.

Draco realised he was crying silently, tears forming and sliding down his cheeks. For the first time since the end of the war, the first time since he'd received the diary, Draco shut his eyes and sobbed.

Oh dear... D:

R.I.P Sirius Black, mischief-maker, Marauder, and friend of Buckbeak. You will be sorely missed.

It's probably not as good as the other ones considering I did it so fast. But I just had to write it, otherwise I would've forgotten it in the morning xDDD

Love MagicalLeaves.