|“|| ‘He hasn’t gone!’ Harry yelled.
He did not believe it; he would not believe it; still he fought Lupin with every bit of strength he had. Lupin did not understand; people hid behind that curtain; Harry had heard them whispering the first time he had entered the room. Sirius was hiding, simply lurking out of sight –
‘SIRIUS!’ he bellowed. ‘SIRIUS!’
‘He can’t come back, Harry,’ said Lupin, his voice breaking as he struggled to contain Harry. ‘He can’t come back, because he’s d––’
‘HE – IS – NOT – DEAD!’ roared Harry. ‘SIRIUS!’
There was movement going on around them, pointless bustling, the flashes of more spells. To Harry it was meaningless noise, the deflected curses flying past them did not matter, nothing mattered except that Lupin should stop pretending that Sirius – who was standing feet from them behind that old curtain – was not going to emerge at any moment, shaking back his dark hair and eager to re-enter the battle.
|Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix|
|The Department of Mysteries||Beyond the Veil||The Only One He Ever Feared||The Lost Prophecy||The Second War Begins|