Chapter Text
Somehow, in all of the chaos, Harry had found his way back towards Sirius. He was fighting Lucius Malfoy, hurling brutal hexes at the man with devastating speed. Their wands moved so fast that they almost blurred, a feeling of power almost radiating from the area around them.
Bellatrix's gaze went from Harry to Sirius, and he acted on instinct alone.
Sirius was not fast enough to stop him. He hadn't even noticed his cousin, too focused with dueling Malfoy. All he knew was that there was a flash of yellow light, and his godson got their first. So when Harry took the hit that should have been his, and fell through the veil, the world momentarily went quiet.
He may have screamed. He did not know. He may have cried. He did not know. All Sirius knew was a sudden, all-encompassing rage, and fire. The curse he shot at Bellatrix should have been green- and oh, if he'd been in his right mind, it would have, it should have, it should have but it was a bright burning blue. His cousin fell, and he turned, frantic, to the veil, reaching out wildly-
But Remus- when had he gotten there- grabbed his arm and dragged him back. They shared two equally distraught looks, and one unspoken, horrible truth.
Harry was gone.