I've been watching movies and see the lead actor died but out of them, there are Some fictional deaths that stay with me long after finish the movie and can't even get rid of. They linger because they feel personal. For me, the death I still can’t get over is Sirius Black in Harry Potter, I know it was fictional and that none of it are real but it just don't want to leave my head.
Initially , he was Introduced as a dangerous escaped prisoner but he slowly transformed from a supposed villain into something far more meaningful, family for Harry, who grew up unloved and unwanted, Sirius was the first adult who offered him a home not out of obligation, but out of love. He was a godfather in the truest sense, protective, loyal, and fiercely devoted.
That’s what makes his death in Harry Potter so touching and devastating.
It happens so suddenly. One moment he’s dueling Bellatrix Lestrange at the Department of Mysteries, defiant and alive with reckless courage. The next, he falls backward through the veil. There’s no dramatic farewell. No final words to Harry. Just a flash of light and then, nothing. The abruptness mirrors real loss in a way that feels painfully authentic. The lessons there is that Sometimes people would simply be there, and then they’re not.
What hurts the most is what his death represents. Sirius symbolized Harry’s chance at a different life, there are hints that Harry might one day live with him. That possibility, of escape from Privet Drive, of belonging somewhere felt tangible. When Sirius dies, that future dies with him. It’s not just the loss of a character; it’s the loss of potential.
Harry’s reaction deepens the heartbreak. His denial, his desperate attempts to reach Sirius beyond the veil, his rage at Dumbledore these emotions are raw and painfully real. It’s one of the most human portrayals of grief in the entire series. You feel the unfairness through him. Sirius had already lost so much, his youth in Azkaban, his friends, his freedom. Just when he seemed poised to reclaim some happiness, it was taken away.
Even years later, I find myself thinking about what could have been. What would Sirius have said during the final battle? How would he have supported Harry in those final, dark months? Would he have finally found peace after the war? That unanswered “what if” is what makes the loss linger.
Fictional deaths hurt because stories allow us to form attachments in a safe space. We invest in these characters, grow with them, and sometimes see parts of ourselves in them. When they die, it feels like losing a piece of that emotional journey.
And maybe that’s why I still can’t get over it. Because Sirius wasn’t just a character who died. He was hope and losing hope, even in fiction, leaves a mark that doesn’t easily fade.
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