Miss Granger's Diary

Time:

8:57 pm.

His mother's voice...and then a bright green flash....

Harry opens his eyes and is overwhelmed by the darkness. Everywhere he looks there is nothing but black, except for when he lowers his eyes to look at himself. He is clearly illuminated, although he almost seems too vibrant...his robes are as inky black as the air around him, his skin is almost orange, and his tie screams the red and gold of Gryffindor.

Gryffindor...with that word, he realizes his hand is holding something heavy and cold in his right hand. Harry lifts his arm, wielding Godric Gryffindor's sword at the level of his eyes. It glares and shines in the harsh light for just a moment before the light suddenly dims. Blood that wasn't there before runs down the blade in his hand, trickling red-black along his arm. He looks down, and Ginny is crumpled at his feet, barely breathing, next to the ruin that was Tom Riddle's diary.

The sword clatters to the floor as he falls to his knees next to Ginny. Harry makes a fist, squeezing his hand and his eyes shut, exhaling all of the air in his lungs. When he opens his eyes and his hand, he holds a ball of blue light writhing in his palm. As he places the light in Ginny's hand, everything goes black again.

(Bloody Hell?!)

Time:

9:58 pm.

Sirius's eyes fluttered open only to meet the ebony blackness of his surroundings. He remembered being with Harry. He remembered feeling his godson's touch as he began to fall through the canvas. But after that all he remembered was the darkness.

Could their attempt have failed? He thought anxiously as he rose to his feet, his path illuminated only by the light that seemed to be emanating from his body. He looked down at his hands, turning them over once or twice, amazed that they too were now lit with an eerie glow. He smiled to himself as he stared ahead into the inky darkness. If it wasn't for the light coming from his body Sirius could have sworn that his eyes were still closed.

"Oie… Padfoot!"

Sirius whipped his body around quickly to face the strangely familiar voice that called out to him. His eyes widened slightly before he brought his fisted hands up to rub them. He blinked a few more times at the figure standing just a few feet away from him, waving enthusiastically for him to come over.

"Ja… James?"

The image of James Potter smiled happily as he yelled over to his friend.

"Alright there Sirius? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Sirius blinked again, still unable to fully comprehend the scene that lay before him.

"Come on Sirius, I've got something to show you."

James hailed him over to a woman sitting in a rocking chair, her red hair glistening under the ethereal light.

"Lily" thought Sirius silently as he walked over, his feet trudging against the ground slowly. He approached her from behind and came up around her left shoulder. He could tell she was holding something, a small bundle wrapped cozily in fleece blankets. As he neared her, he could see that it was a baby.

"Sirius," spoke Lily softly, "meet your godson, Harry."

Sirius smiled as he knelt in front of Lily, looking intently at the baby boy she held in her arms. James stood behind his best friend, his hand cupped firmly upon his right shoulder.

"Go on Padfoot. Give 'im a whirl." Said James playfully as he urged Sirius to take Harry into his arms. As Sirius reached for the baby a shrill scream pierced through the shadows. He turned around quickly momentarily forgetting about Lily, James and the baby. When he returned his focus back on his family, Sirius found them to be gone, leaving him once again, alone in the darkness. He fell to the ground slowly, his knees buckling under the weight of confusion. He sat on his haunches briefly before bending at the waist, allowing his head to touch the cold surface.

"It's the veil again… I'm back… behind the veil…"