By: Gia
Summary: [One-shot, OotP spoiler] What if Sirius had the mirror with him when he fell through the veil? Harry will get that last chance to talk to Sirius.
Disclaimer: I only own the plot.
Excerpt
from OotP--
This is
a two-way mirror. I've got the other. If you need to speak to me, just say my
name into it; you'll appear in my mirror and I'll be able to talk in yours.
James and I used to use them when we were in separate detentions.
Harry's
heart began to race. He remembered seeing his dead parents in the Mirror of
Erised four years ago. He was going to be able to talk to Sirius again, right
now, he knew it--
He looked
around to make sure there was nobody else there; the dormitory was quite empty.
He looked back at the mirror, raised it in front of his face with trembling
hands and said loudly and clearly, "Sirius."
End of
excerpt
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places - worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere - going nowhere
The mirror
misted, Harry waiting anxiously. To his great relief, a face seemed to come
closer towards the surface. It was a bit like walking through fog, walking
towards your destination. The image only cleared when it was right in front of
him. Harry met eyes with his dead godfather. "H-Harry?"
"Sirius!
Oh Sirius!" Tears ran down his cheeks unchecked, as he cried silently, yet
joyously. He could still talk to Sirius! Harry had unease at the pit of his
stomach when he thought he'd never get a chance to speak to his beloved
godfather again. "Sirius, where are you? No, how are you?" he asked
eagerly.
"I'm not
sure.. In limbo? I'm dead, aren't I? I don't.."
"Limbo?
What do you mean?" happiness started ebbing out. Sirius couldn't cross
over? Was there really a place to cross over? Harry tried ridding himself of
these thoughts, feeling guilty as he felt a feeling of relief wash over him. He
wanted Sirius to stay with him as long as he could. Did he really have to go?
"I have
this feeling, Harry, I should be going. But something's holding me back..
I--" Sirius suddenly looked at Harry's face, realization and sadness
dawning on his face. His heart wrenched when he saw the tears still running
down his face. He hadn't meant to hurt him. "Oh Harry.. I'm sorry.."
"No!"
Harry screamed back at the mirror. "NO! NO! NO!!" Harry sat down
against his bed, laying the mirror down, so he could just lean over it. Sirius
shouldn't blame himself! It was him! All him�
"Harry,
you've got to let me go.."
"No,"
he whispered brokenly. "We haven't gotten a chance to do anything
together, Sirius." He blinked back more tears, the stinging in his eyes
paling in comparison at the idea of his godfather leaving for good. He tried
smiling, but it was a poor attempt. "Remember? I'm supposed to live with
you when� when we clear your name! Don't you remember?"
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression - no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow - no tommorow
Harry was
grasping for straws, trying to show Sirius reason.
"Who's
going to be there when I need you, Siri? There are so many things.. So many
things we haven't done!" Harry looked pleadingly into Sirius' somber one.
He tried conveying his urgency through his eyes to Sirius, trying to show that
he truly needed him here. 'Didn't Sirius understand that? Why didn't he
understand that!!?'
"Damnit,
it's not fair!" Harry yelled hoarsely. "I-I hate.. I hate you! I HATE
YOU!"
Sirius looked
up at Harry, understanding what was happening. He had the same reaction when he
had heard about James and Lily. Hating them for leaving, hating himself, hating
everything and everyone. It wouldn't do well to dwell in the past, Albus
had told one day in Grimmauld. The placed hadn't exactly brought back great
memories, but it was his home nonetheless. New memories could be created to
replace the terrible ones.
Harry seemed
hysterical now, the understanding in Sirius's eyes making everything seem
harsher. Sirius, averted his face, and let Harry calm down for a moment.
When Harry's
face turned to him, it was terrible to see the great sadness in face. His
haggard face, seemingly grown older. "Harry, then.. Let's talk. About
anything and everything." 'Before I go', Sirius added mentally. It
seemed Harry needed this, needed a chance to talk to him, nothing holding him
back. It would do Harry some good to get it all out. After a lengthy pause,
Harry finally cracked a smile, a pained one, but a smile nonetheless.
"Well,
I.." Harry took a deep breath. "I had this row with Cho.."
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
They spent
what seemed like hours, talking about Harry's problems, and everything that
seemed insignificant. Sirius lent an ear to all Harry's woes and insecurities,
and in turn, he told Harry stories about how James gradually got better and met
up with Lily. Neither mentioned anything about what was going on around them. It
was almost as if there was no war coming, just peace in the world. Just a
godfather and his godson, a relationship that mirrored that of a father and
son.
They laughed
after a bit, when Sirius ended one story. They lapsed into companionable
silence, Harry regarding the mirror silently. "James would be so proud of
you right now Harry. And Lily too."
Sirius hadn't
expected a reply when Harry looked away, but he heard Harry whisper back.
"Say hello to them for me, Sirius."
"Harry..."
Harry
abruptly turned back to Sirius. Something different in his expression. It was
still sad, but it didn't seem weighted. Not as burdened as before. "I know
you'll be with them. And, I'm going to make you proud, you know? With
them." Harry's tone was as casual as he could manage, his voice cracking
at the last words.
"Harry,
I'm already proud of you." Sirius hastened to say. "Nothing you could
do would make me any less proud of you. I love you like a son I never had
Harry, never forget that."
Harry smiled,
tears falling from his face. "I love you, Sirius."
Harry
watched, as Sirius gave one last brilliant smile, before he disappeared from
the mirror. Sniffing quietly, he held the mirror close to his chest, as if he
was hugging Sirius. In a way, Harry could almost feel Sirius's arms wrapping
around him one last time. Just one last time.
Finis.
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very mad world