            Sirius was gone from her childhood room, though the sheets had been tangled, and when she sank down to run a hand over them, she found the fabric stiff with snot and tears. No one should find out like this, she lamented, tears threatening to spill out. Part of her wished that instead of bringing Sirius back, she had pushed him forward. Beyond the Edge. At least there, he would be with Remus. Tonks. Fred and Moody and Dumbledore and everyone else who had died before he got to say goodbye.