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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 1, 2009 20:24:41 GMT
Harry made his way quickly and quietly through the coridors of the Ministry, always worried the polyjuice potion he'd taken would wear off and show him for who he really was. Finially he came to the room he was searching for, that room. He found it easily, through the long dark corridor he'd dreamed of so many times, through the circular room lined with doors. It hadn't taken him long, not long enough, and now he was there again. Back in that room he wished never to see again.
Before him, down the terraces in the centre of the room, was the veil, mounted on its sombre plinth. Harry approached it cautiously. He had no idea what to do now he was here; no idea what Sirius had meant for him. Slowly, when he was only a few feet from the spot where he'd been standing that fateful night, he came to a halt and reached into his pocket. The stone was cold against the wrinkled fingers of the unspeakable from whom Harry had taken the hair for the polyjuice potion. He grasped it firmly, scared it would disappear, taking all his hope along with it. Pulling it out, he looked at the smooth, shiny surface and whispered the single word; "Sirius..." |
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Post by Sirius Black on Feb 1, 2009 20:47:46 GMT
The word beat a thousand drums in his mind, but still he could not rekindle the warmth that had once been tantalisingly given. He could feel the presence of life, but could not sustain it. The ring offered an anchor to conciousness that he couldn't take. He felt Harry's grasp on the ring, he felt it take his body; lift him. Earth materialised past a bitter emptiness the veil had provided. He began to fall. Pitiably, his clothes burnt from his skin, clinging to his shoulders; he fell onto the stone.
Looking up, Sirius saw the feet and hem of a wizarding robe. He reached into his ripped pocket for his wand, but it did not spring to his aide like it had so many times before. He needed to defend, to attack, to- He looked up into the eyes of the other. Time had taken guilty pleasure of incarceration. In a blink, he saw Bellatrix, cursing his crippled body into submission. He saw the veil, taking him away for cruel ignorance. But now, he saw Harry. He tried to stand, but found he couldn't. He merely rolled over, and began to laugh. |
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 22, 2009 17:30:27 GMT
Harry stumbled backwards, not knowing whether to believe his eyes. It was undoubtedly Sirius, but whether he was ok or not was a different matter. He heard the dry bark of a laugh and let his face split into a wide smile. "Sirius!" he cried. Shoving the stone back into his pocked, Harry bent down to his godfather and tried to help him up. "Sirius...we need to get you out of here. It's not safe." Reaching into the shoulder bag he had slung over his back, he pulled out his father's invisibility cloak and threw it over the two of them. He was sure if anyone looked closely they'd be able to see their feet but right now that was the least of Harry's problems. "Can you walk?" he asked Sirius, warily. |
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Post by Sirius Black on Feb 22, 2009 19:38:21 GMT
At Harry's touch, all mindless hysteria was replaced by a warm energy that riveted through his mind, body and soul. Sirius heard Harry's words, but they meant nothing aside from the fact that he was back. "And where is here Harry?" The question didn't need answering. He saw the veil, and the rocky interior, and he knew. He used Harry as a prop to stand, resting alot of his weight on his Godson's shoulder. As the invisibility cloak was flung over them, another coy smile played his lips. "You're just like James. He'd have done the same for a friend." The mention of James' gave justice to another surge of energy, with which Sirius could take his own weight. "Which way son?" |
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Post by Harry Potter on Feb 22, 2009 20:32:53 GMT
Without another word, Harry led them from the room and back through the Department of Mysteries, away, to freedom. |
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