Harry Potter 05 - Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

wizards.’
    ‘Oh,’ said Harry, and he almost laughed with relief. ‘Well, that’s OK then, the person I’m asking about is a wizard. So he can come back, right?’
    Nick turned away from the window and looked mournfully at Harry.
    ‘He won’t come back.’
    ‘Who?’
    ‘Sirius Black,’ said Nick.
    ‘But you did!’ said Harry angrily. ‘You came back – you’re dead and you didn’t disappear –’
    ‘Wizards can leave an imprint of themselves upon the earth, to walk palely where their living selves once trod,’ said Nick miserably. ‘But very few wizards choose that path.’
    ‘Why not?’ said Harry. ‘Anyway – it doesn’t matter – Sirius won’t care if it’s unusual, he’ll come back, I know he will!’
    And so strong was his belief, Harry actually turned his head to check the door, sure, for a split second, that he was going to see Sirius, pearly-white and transparent but beaming, walking through it towards him.
    ‘He will not come back,’ repeated Nick. ‘He will have … gone on.’
    ‘What d’you mean, “gone on”?’ said Harry quickly. ‘Gone on where? Listen – what happens when you die, anyway? Where do you go? Why doesn’t everyone come back? Why isn’t this place full of ghosts? Why –?’
    ‘I cannot answer,’ said Nick.
    ‘You’re dead, aren’t you?’ said Harry exasperatedly. ‘Who can answer better than you?’
    ‘I was afraid of death,’ said Nick softly. ‘I chose to remain behind. I sometimes wonder whether I oughtn’t to have … well, that is neither here nor there … in fact, I am neither here nor there …’ He gave a small sad chuckle. ‘I know nothing of the secrets of death, Harry, for I chose my feeble imitation of life instead. I believe learned wizards study the matter in the Department of Mysteries –’
    ‘Don’t talk to me about that place!’ said Harry fiercely.
    ‘I am sorry not to have been more help,’ said Nick gently. ‘Well … well, do excuse me … the feast, you know …’
    And he left the room, leaving Harry there alone, gazing blankly at the wall through which Nick had disappeared.
    Harry felt almost as though he had lost his godfather all over again in losing the hope that he might be able to see or speak to him once more. He walked slowly and miserably back up through the empty castle, wondering whether he would ever feel cheerful again.
    He had turned the corner towards the Fat Lady’s corridor when he saw somebody up ahead fastening a note to a board on the wall. A second glance showed him it was Luna. There were no good hiding places nearby, she was bound to have heard his footsteps, and in any case, Harry could hardly muster the energy to avoid anyone at the moment.
    ‘Hello,’ said Luna vaguely, glancing around at him as she stepped back from the notice.
    ‘How come you’re not at the feast?’ Harry asked.
    ‘Well, I’ve lost most of my possessions,’ said Luna serenely. ‘People take them and hide them, you know. But as it’s the last night, I really do need them back, so I’ve been putting up signs.’
    She gestured towards the noticeboard, upon which, sure enough, she had pinned a list of all her missing books and clothes, with a plea for their return.
    An odd feeling rose in Harry; an emotion quite different from the anger and grief that had filled him since Sirius’s death. It was a few moments before he realised that he was feeling sorry for Luna.
    ‘How come people hide your stuff?’ he asked her, frowning.
    ‘Oh … well …’ she shrugged. ‘I think they think I’m a bit odd, you know. Some people call me “Loony” Lovegood, actually.’
    Harry looked at her and the new feeling of pity intensified rather painfully.
    ‘That’s no reason for them to take your things,’ he said flatly. ‘D’you want help finding them?’
    ‘Oh, no,’ she said, smiling at him. ‘They’ll come back, they always do in the end. It was just that I wanted to pack tonight. Anyway … why aren’t you at the feast?’
    Harry shrugged. ‘Just didn’t feel like it.’
    ‘No,’ said Luna, observing him with those oddly misty, protuberant eyes. ‘I don’t suppose you do. That man the Death Eaters killed was your godfather, wasn’t he? Ginny told me.’
    Harry nodded curtly, but found that for some reason he did not mind Luna talking about Sirius. He had just remembered that she, too, could see Thestrals.
    ‘Have you …’ he began. ‘I mean, who … has anyone you’ve known ever