Sirius' Journey Above

"Visit the house of your relics, Sirius."

That's all they said to me.

The blinded guards of the gates to

The place I should now belong.

But no, it wasn't good enough

To let go of my past

And those who loved me,

Those who didn't.

Why couldn't those stupid guys

Let me be?

What do I have at Grimmauld Place?

What is there for me waiting?

I should have known,

I should have guessed.

I should have foreseen.

How Black have I become?

How immersed in death have I sunk?

How has the end of my life

Taken away my soul

And left me withering away?

But I have no choice.

My quivering feet take one more step

To go out to the world I left.

"You can't look back."

I land softly on the browning grass

And the blades pinprick my rotting feet.

Each step hurts them more

But I know I must keep going.

I think of the words that Dumbledore spoke,

And the lonely house reminds me

Of my task that lies ahead.

So I take another step.

"We made you tangible"

They said to me.

As I wonder what good it will do

I hear my mother's screams.

I step past the troll umbrella stand

And past the dining room

I see the table I used to eat at

When I was alive.

I sit down for a moment

To take it in

Now that I am tangible for the last time,

I must use my abilities wisely.

I see an object out the back door

It glows and seems to beckon.

I gather up the welling tears

That are sprouting from the floor.

I take them in them let them pour

Out of my dreary dark eyes

As the memories inside me

Are alive even if I am not.

I step out the back door

And there is a vase

It is addressed to me, so I pick it up.

No wonder I'm tangible, for it was a portkey.

It whisks me off to Godric's Hollow

Good grief, like I want to be here.

The sight where I lost my best ever friend

And the place that accused me of murder.

As James and Lily let go of the earth

I couldn't help but wonder

If the son they left behind

Would ever know love.

I gave him the love that his parents couldn't

Until I couldn't either.

I wished I could have seen him cry

To know I'd done my job.

I walk up to the Potters' old home

And three figures make their silhouettes

Two identical protruding thumbs

And a tangled mess of limbs.

I run to the scene as fast

As my new muscle-bound legs would allow

I see the gravestones I know

From far too long ago.

The tangled mess is...James?

But no...those eyes...

Could it be that my godchild

Is dead? Bloody and mangled before me?

I check his pulse

And his empty lungs, but

There's no bringing him back,

Just like me, I think.

There's a shovel in his left hand,

That's never struck earth's crust.

While in the right hand a note is clenched

With deathly cold white knuckles.

I read the note with angst and aggression,

Hoping for some good news.

I un-crumple the ratty piece of paper

From my aged Harry's hand.

"To Sirius, I missed you too much.

I couldn't let it go, but

I lie here on your rotting bones

Waiting for you to rise.

The horcruxes have been found

And the lord known as Voldemort is dead.

I killed him, Sirius,

As he killed you."

I couldn't let him just lie here.

I tried to push him aside, to lay him down

And another stone grave made its fresh appearance

I gasped in shock as I read the name.

"Sirius Black

1963 - 1995

Devoted Friend

Loving Godfather

R.I.P."