— Sirius.

His arms were wrapped around you, the two of you standing idly by the veil, eyes filled with tears as you watched the light.

— Sirius, please.

You felt bad for yourself and Remus, but you hated the feeling that Harry had just watched that too. He was only fifteen, after all..

— Sirius, hon, be careful.

Harry looked at the both of you, then at the picture in your hand of your daughter.

— SIRIUS! — ANGELINA!

Angelina, your daughter at twelve years, was standing besides you two, slumped at your legs as she cried.