"Sirius is already dead," Harry said blankly, his eyes fixed on Ginny ahead of them and the girl she was comforting. Harry froze, unable to go any further, and the memory rippled threateningly around them, "Sorry," he muttered at Snape’s look, "Sorry. It’s just... it’s more than a memory to me. It’s like a small part of me has always been stuck here, on this day," the memory stuttered and skipped, and the Ginny in front of them continued to stroke the girls back, her motion repeating perfectly again and again on loop, "I can’t go any further," Harry said, feeling faintly panicked, taking a lurching step back and ripping them out of the memory.  