Post by Scoleciphobic on Dec 28, 2004 23:23:48 GMT -5
Sirius stood in between two mirrors. Exactly in the middle. Looking to his right, he watched the mirror. Inside it was the life he’d had till then. It showed him select scenes from his past. His favourite ones. Getting his letter to Hogwarts…Meeting James, Remus, and Peter…Becoming an Animagus…Graduating…Getting a motorbike…Lily and James’ wedding…<br>
He smiled and took a step towards it. Instantly, he felt younger, and looked about 10 years younger too. He glanced over his shoulder, looking at the mirror that had been on his left. He frowned and turned half-way.
In the other mirror, he could see all those he’d known. Harry’s, Hermione’s, and Ron’s faces were in the front of the crowd. Hermione and Ron were watching Harry sadly as he stared at Sirius. The pain in his godson’s eyes almost killed him.
Suddenly, the face of a girl appeared next to Harry’s. She was staring at him, her eyes filled with more pain than the boy next to her. It shocked him, the other emotion in her eyes. It was love. She whispered softly, her voice low, yet soft, “Come back…please come back…don’t leave.”<br>
Sirius sighed. Which to choose? Living happily in the past, where all the things that were happening now weren’t existent?
Or…go back. Go back and be with his godson again. Go back and find that girl who was begging him to return. Go back and be loved.
Taking a half-step towards the mirror-of-his-past, Sirius turned and, before he could gain back his years, leapt through the mirror. Just as he got through, the girl’s face smiled.
He smiled and took a step towards it. Instantly, he felt younger, and looked about 10 years younger too. He glanced over his shoulder, looking at the mirror that had been on his left. He frowned and turned half-way.
In the other mirror, he could see all those he’d known. Harry’s, Hermione’s, and Ron’s faces were in the front of the crowd. Hermione and Ron were watching Harry sadly as he stared at Sirius. The pain in his godson’s eyes almost killed him.
Suddenly, the face of a girl appeared next to Harry’s. She was staring at him, her eyes filled with more pain than the boy next to her. It shocked him, the other emotion in her eyes. It was love. She whispered softly, her voice low, yet soft, “Come back…please come back…don’t leave.”<br>
Sirius sighed. Which to choose? Living happily in the past, where all the things that were happening now weren’t existent?
Or…go back. Go back and be with his godson again. Go back and find that girl who was begging him to return. Go back and be loved.
Taking a half-step towards the mirror-of-his-past, Sirius turned and, before he could gain back his years, leapt through the mirror. Just as he got through, the girl’s face smiled.
