Harry smashed the two-way-mirror. For one whole shining minute, he had been convinced he could talk to Sirius again. It didn’t work “Come on Harry, you could use some happiness now!” Ron tried to cheer Harry up. Harry didn’t want to go to the feast however. He couldn’t handle all the happy and cheerful people, not when he had so much to worry and think about. “Not in the mood” Harry said, and Ron and Hermoine left.
Harry had another idea. He sprinted out of the common room, and looked for ghosts. They were always there, except for now when he needed them. Just as he wanted to walk back to the common room, he saw Nearly Headless Nick. “Nick! Nick!” Harry yelled “Nick! I need to ask you something!”
“Can’t it wait ‘till after the feast?” Nearly Headless Nick asked
“No- Nick, please. I need to ask you something” said Harry
“Well, okay then. It’s not as though I haven’t been expecting it”
“Expecting what?”
“You come and find me. It happens, sometimes. when someone suffers… a loss”
“Well, you were right, I’ve come to find you. It’s… you’re dead, But you’re still here, aren’t you? So that means….”
“He isn’t coming back” Nick intercepted him.
“Who?’
“Sirius Black. He won’t come back. He will have gone… on”
Harry started to get really angry now. “He will come back!” he snapped
“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you…. Well, I have to go to the feast now” Nick said and he left. For a second, Harry thought he saw Sirius, pearl-white and transparent but beaming, walking towards him, but when he blinked Sirius was gone.
It almost felt as though he had lost his godfather all over again, now that his last hope to ever talk with him was gone. He walked slowly and miserably through the castle, not thinking he’d ever be happy again.
Just as he was about to enter the common room, he bumped into Luna Lovegood. Harry wanted to walk further, but it was no use. “Hello,” She said.
“Hello”, Harry answered “How come you aren’t at the feast?”
“Well, I’ve lost most of my possessions. People often hide them. Normally I don’t mind, but it’s the end of the year so I really want them back”
An odd feeling rose in Harry, different from the grief and anger he felt since Sirius had died. It took some time before he realised he felt sorry for Luna.
“Do you want help to find them?” he asked.
“No, thank you”, Luna answered kindly “Why aren’t you at the feast?”
“Just didn’t feel like it” Harry said sadly.
“I understand” Luna said “The man who was killed by the Death Eaters was your godfather, wasn’t he? Ginny told me”
Harry nodded. For some reason, he didn’t feel bad about talking about Sirius with Luna like he usually did. He remembered Luna could see thestrals too.
“Have you… known someone who has died?” Harry asks, hoping he didn’t sound rude.
“Yes” Luna answered simply “My mother. She was quite an extraordinary witch, but she did like to experiment with spells. Besides, have you ever heard about one Regulus Black?”
Harry remembered Sirius telling him about his brother “Sirius’ brother, wasn’t he. Ran away and ended up killed on Voldemort's orders”
This got Luna into an inner battle whether she should tell Harry the truth or not. Regulus didn’t run away from Voldemort, he wasn’t a coward. Regulus Black was a hero.
“Many people believe that story, but it isn’t true, you know? Regulus Black was a hero, gave his life to fight Voldemort. Regulus Black is my godfather” Luna said, looking really sad.
Harry thought he heard Sirius swearing, but thought he had gone mad from grief.
“Anyway, Voldemort has a way to be immortal and it had something to do with a locket. After Regulus… well died, my mother tried to destroy it, but the curse rebounced and… took her life. I was nine…” Luna said.
Harry now felt really sorry for Luna.
“There is one thing more about their friendship you have to know” Luna said “You know Sirius ran away from home, right?”
Ofcourse Harry know that. Sirius told him that last summer, at Grimmauld Place.
“Regulus ofcourse missed his brother. So my mother made a painting for him, a magical one, one that he could talk with. Regulus however, didn’t think he deserved help, so he gave it back.”
Harry started to doubt what this meant…. was that painting….. real? Did it still exist? Luna ended his doubts however.
“I found it after my mother died. Never knew who it was, until the battle two weeks ago. I think you need it now.” She said and she gave Harry a small painting. Harry gasped, the man in the picture was Sirius!
“Hello James” Sirius said. “I… I’m not James” Harry responded stuttering “I’m his son. Harry”
“How could I forget? That girl, the daughter of Pandora, has of course told me about you”
Harry didn’t know what to say. “Are you sure you don’t want help finding your possessions?” he asked Luna again.
“No, thank you. I’ll find them. Besides, haven’t I just proved things we lose always find a way back to us?” Luna said.