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The quotes are taken from Shakespeare's "Hamlet".
And now, without any more delay I present ...
PART TWENTY - Home
I saw him stumbling through, looking as confused as everyone does. Not yet believing what happened. I’m sure he also knew the importance of what had just transpired, but didn’t want to accept it yet
He looked very different than he does in my memory. I remember Padfoot’s face full of laughter, always a smile playing around his lips, mischief glinting in his eyes. I almost didn’t recognize him now, he’s changed so much. But of course I knew what had happened to him, so I wasn’t surprised. I’ve always watched from above, we both have.
“Harry!” he shouted desperately. “Harry!”
“It’s no use,” I said to him. He spun round and faced me. Surprise was etched into his features. I don’t blame him, I’d be surprised too.
“Prongs?” he asked in disbelief. “What … what are you … you’re dead!”
I nodded solemnly. “I know.” I didn’t say more. He had to figure it out himself. I don’t know why – I didn’t make that rule.
“So … am I dead, too?” he asked carefully. By that time I could see that he already knew it, but he was still in denial. I nodded solemnly. “No! No, it can’t be … they still need me … Harry needs me. I can’t be dead, please tell me you’re joking.”
“Why would you be here with me, if you were not dead?”
“I … I don’t know … maybe I’m dreaming, or … or Kreacher has poisoned my food and I’m in a coma or having halluzinations, or maybe I hit my head down in the kitchen when I was looking for a drink earlier … or …” He seemed to be out of breath already. And he was still denying it. Although deep down he knew it was true.
A heavy silence lay between us, but suddenly it was broken by someone screaming. “Get him, save him, he’s only just gone through!”
Of course I knew that voice. I had heard it often enough to recognize it anywhere. After all I’d been watching over him all the time. It was Harry, screaming for Sirius to come back. But there was no coming back.
“Harry …” Sirius murmered and started to turn. I stepped forward, blocking his path.
“You can’t go back, and you know it, Padfoot.”
He lowered his head and I think that he was about to start crying. But of course I couldn’t be sure. “Prongs, you have to understand … Harry’s my family, all I have. Wouldn’t you want to be with him, too?”
I put a hand on his shoulder. “I understand perfectly, Padfoot. Do you think that I never wished I could be there for him? All the times the Dursleys neglected him, everytime he was alone? Do you think that I never pleaded to be released? I did, Padfoot, I did. Everyday I prayed to whoever would listen to me, but it was no use. Once you are dead there’s no going back. Never.”
He didn’t answer for a while. He just stood there in front of me, looking sadder than I’ve ever seen. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he heaved a great sigh and looked back at me. Tears were threatening to run down his cheeks.
“I know it’s no use, Prongs. But I don’t want to give up.”
I finally put an arm around him, similar to how I did when he ran away from home and turned up on my doorstep, completely down and distraught. “Come on, we have to go. Lily’s waiting for us. Oh, I was told to welcome you … welcome home, Padfoot."
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*sniff* That's it, the last part. No more snippets left to post. *gets out tissue* Writing for you was really great, thank you for the wonderful time. I really enjoyed it.
But (a great but is on the way) if you're really nice I might continue writing some more snippets, although they would obviously happen sometime between the already finished ones. So keep an eye out.