Looking down.

Her eyes snapped open again. But she was in a white room. Her Black cloak flowed around her. “What the hell?” She said the last thing she remembered was Molly Weasley’s curse.

Then she saw him. Standing right there in front of him. “Sirius?” She asked. He looked like he used to. His face was full of joy. Azkaban could have never happened.

He nodded.

“It can’t be you. I killed you. You died.” She says.

“I am never dead Bella. I never left you.” He says.

“You did. You are dead.” Bellatrix says. Completely confused.

“And so are you. You can be at peace now.” Sirius says.

Bella looks down at herself. She is beautiful like she was before Azkaban. “This isn’t real.” She says.

“But it’s nice though.” Sirius says.

She wraps her arms around him. “I’m sorry I killed you. But I had too. You were on the wrong side. I had to.”

He pats her hair. “It doesn’t matter. I am better here than I was down there. You did what you had to Bella. But none of it matters now.”

She lets go. “She killed me?” Bella asks.

“You never tried to win.” Sirius says.

“My lord was going to die. Whether by Molly Weasleys hand or by everyone else in the room. I was going to die. So why try?” She says sadly.

“You lost it all. You never had a chance.” Sirius says patting his cousin.

Bella looks at him. “Why are you here? I killed you. I don’t deserve you. Why are you waiting for me?” She asks him.

“Because you are my heaven.”