If this is Hell, it’s not so bad
, Sirius thought as he looked around. He knew he was dead, he remembered falling through the Veil. What he never expected was to find himself standing in a beautiful garden.
He was raised listening to his mother preach on how only pureblood wizards got to go to Heaven. Everyone else went to Hell.
“You must keep to the pureblood way-of-life, Sirius, or else you will end up burning for all eternity.”
He heard those words from her mouth from the time he was a baby.
Sirius wondered when the burning began. Maybe this was just a tease. Wouldn’t that be the perfect torture, make you think you are in a wonderful place, then the fire appears.
Sirius looked around. Walking towards him, he could see a group of people. When he spotted his brother, he knew this had to be hell. But, as that thought ran through his mind, he recognized others, his Uncle Alphard, and two people who brought not only a smile to his face, but hope that maybe he was in Heaven, James and Lily. Surely, they
were not in Hell.
Though, by his mother’s definition, they would qualify as candidates, one being a Mudblood and one who was a blood-traitor. Maybe the fires were still to come.
“Where am I?” he asked as soon as they got close enough to hear him.
“Well, brother,” Regulus began, “our dear old mother had it all wrong. You can believe in something besides the pureblood way-of-life
and still go to Heaven.” Regulus had reached his side and drew Sirius into a hug.
Sirius looked at Lily. He knew she would not lie to him. “Lily?” he asked.
Smiling, Lily stepped up to him and wrapped her arms around him. ‘Welcome to the afterlife. This is not Hell, Sirius,” she said reassuringly. ‘You are in Heaven with the rest of us.”
James gently pushed Lily out of the way so he too could hug his best friend. “I’m glad you are here. This place has been so boring, it needs some livening up.”
Sirius, still in shock, looked around. He couldn’t believe the flames of Hell were not going to be dancing at his feet at any moment. Even with their reassurances, he had a hard time discounting the preaching of his mother.
Finally, he said, “Well if this is Hell, at least I am not here alone.”