FF: Flight of (the) Fancy 2; Sirius's Death-Journal cont'd

[msbeadsley]

No: HPFGUIDX 80261

Sirius Black, death-journal entry dated deathday plus two:

Regulus is here.  I felt him near me a moment ago, as I was beginning 
to think again, as I was thinking...I was thinking of Bella again, 
and Mum, and how easy it was for Voldemort to take that pureblood 
passion that said the old families were better than the rest and turn 
it into a justification for ordering everyone else who wasn't.  
Voldemort appealed first to their vanity, only to hold them with a 
whip in one hand, as he toyed with that golden snitch, immortality, 
with the other.

Death Eaters.  I could tell them:  Death is not a thing to be eaten; 
it is a process which regurgitates you here after digesting most of 
what you thought you were.  But they'll find out; singly or in 
bunches, they will arrive here as I did and see themselves in the 
mirror.  Not their faces; instead it reflects your fears, as well as 
what you know to be true.  Of course, it isn't really a mirror; it 
isn't seeing with your eyes.  They're gone.  But the sense is there, 
that all of the trappings, the tricks, you used to use to hide from 
yourself have fallen away.

Ought I to have clung and remained behind, like Nearly Headless 
Nick?  For Harry, if nothing else?  I sense them out there, the 
ghosts, Moaning Myrtle and Nick and the Fat Friar and the Grey Lady 
and, wait, no, is that the Bloody Baron?  I don't think I even 
thought about it.  I was dying; I was surprised, my god, even 
embarrassed, but I wasn't afraid.  Curious, perhaps...

It's happening again.  I will have to take this up later when I can 
hold the thoughts together.

S.B.

[Sandy, aka msbeadsley]