Readers, be aware... I mind-hop a lot here! Or let's say, throughout the whole story even, adopting the third-person omniscient point of view, in which the narrator knows the thoughts and feelings of all of the characters in the story.

Anyways, read along, and don't hate me ^^

It was as if time itself had stopped for mere moments. The masked figure lifted his arm and mouthed two words. Sirius couldn't hear them over the drums of his heartbeats, but still he knew perfectly well what they meant. The jet of green light kept on approaching closer and closer, significantly slowly in a heavy progression of time.

This meant one thing: the downfall of his godson. He had made up his mind that this won't happen, not now, not ever. That's the one and only thing he would let himself die for, to stop it from happening.

***
Harry was growing more confused with every passing second. His knitted together eyebrows arched upward in amazement, and his eyes popped up with a dozen of questions after the sudden termination of the scolding. Of course, he wasn't looking forward to its continuation, but still something was undoubtedly fishy.

The dark pools of horror he saw in his godfather's eyes gave him the answer to his unsaid question. Reality dawned on Harry as he registered the vanishing of what little colour his godfather had in his face. Only then, the confusion in his eyes turned to realization and acceptance and just helplessness. He glanced sideways and closed his eyes while taking, what he knew would be his last, deep breath in and out.

Deep down, Harry always knew that there was nothing he could do to change his fate of early death.

Even if he tried to run away now, the curse would hit Sirius straight in the chest. He wouldn't, couldn't let that happen, no matter what. If he lost his life now and spared his godfather's, that would be a meaningful cause, after all.

He then looked up and gave Sirius what he hoped was a reassuring smile. He knew what would come next, and surprisingly, he felt ready for it.

***
The look on Harry's face snapped Sirius out of his temporary trance. The half-smile, sad smile gave Sirius the determination and power to come back to his senses.

In less than a second, he grabbed Harry by the shoulder and forced his head downward. He dropped him to the floor as he flung himself above him, covering Harry's body with his own, to protect him.

He didn't even know if he had done it on time or not. He was clueless whether he spared his godson's life at the last minute or was he too late for it.

***
Awaiting his fate, Harry felt his lightening bolt scar being split open. He could feel his pulse quicken, and he wondered if that would be the last time he would ever feel the blood running through his veins. Then suddenly, pain consumed every inch of his body that his eyes started watering. Harry couldn't even find his voice to scream. Was this what death felt like?

Harry sensed an intrusive emotion of happiness, which didn't belong to him, flashing across his mind. It was like a full-voltage electric shock spreading throughout his entire being. The last sensation he ever felt before drifting to blackness was his face touching the ground, with some pressure on top of him.

And that was it. All his life-time suffering and loss finally came to an end. At last, Harry Potter was free from it all.

***
Sirius, fearing what would come next, loosened his grip on Harry and looked up hesitantly. The sight that came to him broke what was left of his heart into million fragmented pieces. His godson's body was lifeless between his arms. No, no, no, this can't be happening. Sirius was too shocked to cry, his tears frozen.

Sirius helplessly started shaking him, gently and then with much force; under the moonlight, the only reaction he received was the slight involuntary head movement. Sirius gently placed his godson's head on his own chest.

With shaking hands, Sirius checked his wrist for a pulse; even a very weak one would be better than nothing, but there was no sign of life, absolutely nothing.

Realization hit him hard, ten blows to the head could have hurt less. Momentarily closing his eyes for a moment, he couldn't bear see his godson like this.

For the first time in years, his eyes were filled with tears and some of them had found its way down his cheeks.

A nagging voice in his head kept on telling him that Harry wouldn't answer him ever again, but even that didn't stop him from desperately trying.

"No, no, no, Harry. Come on, wake up, please. Don't do this to me.. I can't live like that... can't live with what I've done. I am sorry, you have to forgive me. It is my fault, again. It is always my fault, first James then you," Sirius spoke brokenly, unaware of his surrounding.

***
This was the second time Sirius was crying his heart over a lifeless body that meant, so much, the world to him.

What made it more unbearably painful, if that was even possible, was the bitter resemblance of Harry to his long-lost friend. This was the second time he saw the immobile body of a messy-haired boy with glasses askew. Especially, with Harry's emerald eyes firmly closed.

The resemblance of Harry to his father was always bitter-sweet to Sirius, but as for now it was only bitter and deadly painful beyond measure. He never wanted to have sight of this, ever again.

Sirius then tried to compose himself and swallowed the unshed tears, trying to ignore the lump in his throat. Attempting to stop his trembling jaw, he leaned closer to Harry and whispered the same words he did over James' dead body all those years ago.

"I solemnly swear I'll avenge you or die trying. Till I See You Again, sleep tight."

He casted one final look at Harry's face and as gently as he could moved his body away from further danger. With determination sufficient to tackle even Voldemort himself, he walked forward to the sound of battle.

He had made up his mind: He wouldn't fail, not this time.

The pain for Harry was much more severe than it was for James and Lily combined, so the revenge would be more eventful, that he'd make sure of.

***
In the meantime, Remus, who had watched in horror the curse strike Harry taking his life away, launched himself toward that masked deatheater.

The rage was building up inside him, and he was looking forward for the explosion of his inner boiling volcano right at the murderer's face. He didn't even need to know the real face behind that mask, since he was beyond furious already. No matter who he turned out to be, he would rip him into pieces anyway.

Remus' hand moved so fast with every spell being fired from the tip of his wand that it was practically a blur of flying jet of colors under the dim light of the shinning stars. Jets of non-verbal curses, not defensive ones but powerful enough to break down its opponent, were flying everywhere.

A jet of red light missed Remus by inches as he ducked. Remus didn't even notice a panicked Tonks casting a Protego spell around him, leaving him slightly amazed that all of the deadly curses later fired at him were blocked by an invisible protective shield. With a single wave of his wand, Remus knocked him backward only for seconds before he tried to get on his feet once again.

Remus took advantage of that and shouted at the top of his lungs "crucio." The masked figure dropped to his knees with a scream of pain and surprisingly started desperately pleading for mercy.

Something in the voice or in the situation itself was undoubtedly familiar.

***
Just then, Sirius made an appearance. Sirius' eyes landed on the murderer who took away from him the only person who had given him something worth living for and also worth dying for.

Without a second thought, Sirius ran toward the death-eater, absolutely ready to throw his wand and punch him repeatedly with his own fist.

There was nothing sufficient enough that would bring him the satisfaction of revenge. Maybe, just a maybe, it could come at the sight of that figure covered all in blood from head to toe. Sirius looked absolutely mad, truly out of his mind.

Cracks of apparition rang out around him signalling the arrival of deatheaters out of thin air, but that didn't matter as of now. Sirius was just about to reach the dreaded masked figure, whom his real identity remained unknown to him.

His path was blocked by one of the creatures he most despised, none other than his deranged cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange.

Breathing heavily, he looked at her straight in the eye, trying his best to hide his grief and sorrow. He stood at his full height, head held high. Pride comes after a fall, which was always his motto! He wouldn't break in front of her, of all people. He would never give her the satisfaction of getting him. Unfortunately, even that attempt was in vain.

There was a lively glint of satisfaction in her dead eyes, seeing the pain throughout all his features. Her childlike yet irritably maniac voice and her wicked grin proved that she was enjoying this and just playing around.

"Hey, cousin. The Dark Lord would enjoy meeting-taunting-you. That would be interesting, wouldn't it? He is on his way, now; I called for him as soon as the beautiful jet of light reached toward the boy." She spoke in a low voice, more toward a whisper.

"You know, the sight of you mourning your pathetic godson was truly amusing to me... filling me with positive vibes I hadn't felt since the Dark Lord's glorious return," said Bellatrix, a smirk of triumph playing on her lips.

If Sirius was filled with rage 100% before that, it was nothing-merely a drop in an ocean- from what he felt now. His rage and determination for revenge sky-rocketed million times more, the second the words had slipped from her mouth.

He went vividly wild like a lion readying himself to pounce. Nothing could stop him from crushing her. Their wands flashed like swords, sparks flying from the wand tips.

Sirius' duel with the heartless Lestrange woman was one of a kind, catching everyone's eyes, but it wasn't the only one around. Tonks was duelling Dolohov; Kingsley with Lucius Malfoy; Mad-eye with Crabbe Sr and Goyle Sr. Just then, Dumbledore came into view in the midst of the battle.

With shaking hands, Remus unmasked the deatheater after firing a Stupefy curse at him. Remus gasped loudly when he revealed the true identity of the murderer of the Boy who Lived.

Remus wasn't sure at the moment whether it was the least or the most he expected him to be. With a blank mind, he didn't know what to think or even what to feel.

It was the very same person who ripped the Potter family apart, and now, he killed the last Potter.

So, what do you think? Do you prefer this or Sirius going through the veil?
This isn't the end of it... there are more and more to come; so much feels.

Any thoughts on the masked deatheater who took Harry's life away?

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