HP Approaches the Magical World

"HP Approaches the Magic World ()"

Harry's breathing fogged the surface of the mirror.

He held the mirror closer, and intense excitement swept over him, but the eyes blinking at him from behind the mist were undoubtedly his own.

He wiped the mirror clean and said Sirius' name again word for word, every syllable heard clearly throughout the room.

"Sirius Black!"

Nothing happened.

The dejected face looking at him in the mirror was still his own.

Harry mused to himself that Sirius hadn't taken a mirror with him when he went into the arch, so the mirror wouldn't work now.

Harry froze for a moment, then flung the mirror into the box, where it shattered.

For just that hopeful minute, he had been convinced that he would see Sirius again, speak to Sirius again.

His throat was burning with disappointment; he got up and flung his things into the box, covering the broken mirror--and suddenly a thought popped into his head.

A better idea than a mirror, a better, more effective idea, why hadn't he thought of it before—

Why had he never asked?

He sprinted out of the dormitory, down the spiral staircase, and slammed his head against the wall.

He didn't care either, and then quickly passed through the empty common room, through the portrait hole, and ran down the corridor, ignoring the fat lady who was yelling behind him: "The banquet is about to start, you know, you It’s going to brighten it up a lot.”

But Harry had no intention of going to the banquet at all.

How can it be that ghosts are everywhere when you don't need them, and just when you need them now.

He ran down the stairs and continued to run down the corridor without meeting anyone, dead or alive.

They seemed to be all in the Great Hall, outside the Charms Room, he paused, out of breath, and thought sullenly that he would have to wait a little longer, until the feast was over.

However, just when he was discouraged, he saw——a translucent body floating across the end of the corridor.

"Hey-hey, Nick! Nick!"

The phantom emerges from the wall, revealing an exaggerated feathered hat and dangerously shaking head. It is Nearly Headless Nick.

"Good evening,"

he said, withdrawing the rest of his body from the solid stone wall as well, smiling at Harry.

"It seems that I'm not the only one who is late?" He sighed, "Although, our moods are quite different, of course..."

"Nick, I have something to ask you, okay?"

A strange expression crossed Nearly Headless Nick's face.

He tucked a finger into his neck and straightened the stiff collar with difficulty, obviously giving himself time to think. He didn't stop thinking until the head with part of its neck cut off almost fell off.

"Er—now, Harry?" Nick asked in panic, "Can we wait until after the banquet?"

"No—Nick—help,"

Harry said, "I really need to talk to you, here, okay?"

Nearly Headless Nick sighed as Harry opened the door to the nearest classroom.

"Oh, all right then,"

He resigned, "I can't pretend I didn't think of it."

Harry opened the door to let him in, but he slipped through the wall.

"Thinking of what?" Harry asked, closing the door.

"I thought you'd come to me."

At this point, Nick said, he slid to the window again and looked out at the pitch-black field. "Sometimes, there are times when someone is in pain because of the loss of..."

"That's right," said Harry, not wanting to be misunderstood. "You're right. I—so I've come to you."

Nick said nothing.

"It's like this -" said Harry, finding it more embarrassing than he'd imagined, "it's like this - you're dead,

But you can still stay here, right? "

Nick sighed, still staring out the window at the field.

"I was right, wasn't I?" Harry asked, staring, "You're dead, but I can talk to you now... You can walk around at Hogwarts, and anywhere, can't you? "

"Nice," said Nearly Headless Nick, "I can walk around and talk, yes."

"So you came back from there, didn't you?"

Harry asked urgently, but Nick still said nothing, adding impatiently:

"People can come back, right?

Coming back as ghosts, they don't have to disappear completely, do they? "

Nearly Headless Nick hesitated and said, "Not everyone can come back as a ghost."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked hastily.

"Only... only wizards."

"Oh," Harry breathed a sigh of relief and almost laughed, "Okay, that's good, the person I'm talking about is a wizard, so he can come back, right?"

"He's not coming back."

"who?"

"Sirius Black."

"But you're back!"

Harry angry: "You're back—you're dead, but you didn't disappear—"

"Wizards can leave their mark on the world so that they can walk powerlessly where they have lived and walked."

Nick said bitterly: "But few wizards would choose this path."

"Why?"

Harry asked, "Anyway - it doesn't matter - whether it's normal or not, Sirius won't mind, he'll be back, I know he will!"

Harry was so firm in his thoughts that he actually turned his head away, observed the movement of the door, and asked him for a split second that he was sure he was about to see Sirius, pearly white, transparent, but beaming, coming in through the door, walk towards him.

"He's not coming back."

Nick repeated: "He's going to go."

"What do you mean, go on?"

Harry asked quickly, "Where were you going? Listen - what the hell happened when you died? Where did you go? Why didn't everyone come back? Why were there ghosts everywhere? Why..."

"I can't answer."

"You're dead, aren't you?"

Harry was furious: "Who else can answer this question better than you?"

"I'm afraid of dying,"

Nick said softly, "I chose to stay behind.

Sometimes I also wonder if I shouldn’t, well, it’s just that the underworld doesn’t need to be accepted, and in fact, I don’t belong to this side, nor to that side. "

He smiled wryly slightly. "I don't know the mystery of death, Harry, and I'm sure learned men in the Department of Mysteries are working on that—"

"Don't mention that place to me!"

"I'm sorry I couldn't be of more help to you," Nick said softly, "so please forgive me... parties, you know."

He was gone, leaving Harry alone, staring blankly at the wall where he had vanished.