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Harry's POV:
I watched as if in slow motion as Bellatrix Lestrange shouted out the curse that had already taken my parents from me. The spell shoots toward Sirius, who is playfully shooting spells at Malfoy Sr., unaware of the fate he might be in.
"NOOOO!" I yelled as I ran towards Sirius and pushed him out of the line of fire. The killing curse misses and hits one of the Death Eaters, who was winning a fight with Tonks.
I looked down at Sirius and saw his eyes closed as if asleep. Pain shot through my body as I thought of the worst, and I was about to call out to him, but I wasn't able to say anything to him as I saw Bellatrix out of the room. I quickly get up and run after, forgetting about the battle around me just wanting to get the person who took the one I thought was a father figure away from me.
(After Voldemort disappeared from the Ministry) Sirius's POV
I look at my godson lying on the floor where he remained when that snake bastard took possession of him. reporters are everywhere taking photos of what has transpired, infringing on them while Fudge is, in my opinion, hyperventilating while murmuring " he's back, he's back".
I don't pay any attention to this, but my godson, whom I thought of as my own son. Yes, in a way, like Molly has said ( not like I'm saying that out loud), I sometimes see Harry as Prongs, but I, for one, blame that for being in Azkaban for 12 years. But after this year, I could see that he is more like his mother, Lily, than Prongs.
I slowly walk towards Harry, cautious that he might do anything. When I got to him, I bent down.
"Prongslet?" I whisper. Even with all the yelling going on, I knew he could hear me. His eyes shot open and looked me in the eyes. After looking into them, I started to see tears coming into his eyes before he croaked out "Siri.." and shot up and hugged me with all his strength. My eyes watered as I held him. He hasn't called me Siri since he was a year old. His shoulders shook as he started to sob softly. I said nothing and held onto him.
Harry's POV
"Prongslet?"
My eyes shot open as Isawe went through the pain of Sirius bending over me, watching me cautiously. I couldn't believe it. He is alive. Not dead, alive. Not brig able to hold my emotions in, I tear up. "Siri," I whispered,d and without thought, I jumped up and grabbed him into a bear hug. I start sobbing, and I let my emotions out. I thought he was gone. I thought one of the few things that connected me to my past was gone forever. With that, I hug him tighter.
"It's okay, Harry. don't have to crush me here." Sirius chuckled. I tearfully laugh as I let go of him and look down at the floor, not wanting him to see me as vulnerable.
I feel a finger under my chin and lift my head to meet his gaze. "Hey, you don't have to hide anything from me, ok?" I nod and smile at him softly. He grins back and says, "Let's go home, Harryy." I am thinking brightly of that. Home. That's what I like to hear. And I'm going home with Sirius, and that matters.