Sirius is dead. He died to protect his most important godson, to protect the entire wizarding world and even the Muggle world. He thought it was very worthwhile, and now he is about to fall into a deep sleep, taking his scarred soul to what Muggles call paradise, where he may meet a mother who treats him as an unfilial son, or his reckless and impulsive best friend wearing round glasses. And when his world finally turned dark, he only saw one person. He couldn't see the outline of that person clearly, only a pair of dark eyes. Who was that person? Sirius thought he might never know.