(A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or Fullmetal alchemist and part of chapter 1 is an extract from Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix.)

Chapter 1: 'Beyond the veil'

Ministry of Magic, London, 1996.

Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival, Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light; he was laughing at her.

'Come on, you can do better than that!' he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore, too, turned towards the dais.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall; his body curved in a graceful arc through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.

Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared…

"There's nothing you can do Harry," Lupin said slowly as he grabbed Harry, "you can't save..."

Lior, Amestris, 1922.

"Sirius?" a confused voice spoke, "what a peculiar name."

"Huh? Where am I?"

"You're in Lior," the woman's voice replied after a moment before holding out her hand.

He blinked and took the darkly tanned and slender hand, raising his eyes over the figure in front of him, looking directly into the startling green eyes that were looking back at him with concern flickering through.

"Wait a second… you mean to tell me I'm not in London anymore?"

"London?" she looked confusedly at him.

"It's a city, the city where I belong… I must get back."

"But how?"

"I don't know, I lost my wand when I fell through the veil."

She stared at him, completely confused at what he was talking about. He noticed this and smiled reassuringly at her.

"Can I ask what year this is? Mainly because the cars look really strange around here."

"It's June 23rd, 1922," she replied.

"Whoa, I must have travelled quite far; I guess I'm stuck here. Although I really need to get back."

"Well, if that's the case, you're welcome to stay as long as you need, if you want to.2

She smiled at him, with a slight blush on her cheeks. He looked at her with an expression of gratitude on his face.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it. I would like to know one thing though."

"What's that?"

"Your name."

"My name's Sayuri."

"That's a really pretty name," Sirius smiled.

She blushed pink as she grinned at him happily. Her face reminded him of someone he knew, those eyes that smile, his eyes widened with surprised as he whispered, "Lily."

"Lily?" Sayuri looked at Sirius with an expression of total confusion, curiosity and embarrassment.

"Oh, sorry. Lily was a close friend of mine back where I used to live. Your beautiful green eyes remind me of her."

She didn't know whether to accept it as a compliment or not. As she looked into Sirius' dark eyes, she felt herself being drawn ever closer to his face, their lips slowly coming together, locking themselves in a passionate kiss as they laid down on the bed…

A few hours later as the desert sun sliced through the heavy curtains, Sirius stirred, groaning loudly as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. He looked down at Sayuri's sleeping form and grinned as he remembered the previous day. He laid back down, his arm draped over her, his finger trailing over her breast as he kissed her neck softly.

"Morning beautiful," he whispered.

Sayuri stretched and smiled as she wrapped her arms around Sirius and kissed him.

"Good morning to you too," she replied.

She nuzzled his neck, kissing it and running her hand down his back.

"So how did you enjoy last night?" he asked in a smooth voice.

"It was brilliant," she looked up blushing, "you made me feel things I never felt before."

She looked up at him, as his hand raised to her face, his fingers gently caressing her cheek as he leant in and kissed her.

"Well I'm glad I was able to do that for you."

She replied to him with a kiss, as she tried to ignore the slowly growing bulge that was sticking into her stomach.

"Umm, Siri…" she stopped as he laid her back down, inserting himself into her, drawing a gasp from her already parted lips…

A few weeks later…

As the door opened, two military officers stood before her, their blue uniforms catching the light of the midday sun.

"Can I help you?" Sayuri asked politely.

One of them went to speak; it was obvious he was a state alchemist because of the silver pocket watch hanging around his neck.

"Actually yes. Are you Sayuri Black?"

She nodded, "I am."

"And your husband is Sirius Black, am I correct?"

"You are. What is this about?"

"It may be better for us to discuss this inside, may we come in?"

"Umm, okay."

She stood aside and allowed the two people pass into the house and sit down at the table, their travelling coats, draped over their chairs.

Sayuri sat down opposite them, watching them with fierce curiosity. "Excuse me, but what exactly is going on?"

"Firstly, I am Colonel Roy Mustang, and this is my first lieutenant Riza Hawkeye. We were called to the scene of an attack about an hour ago. We arrived to find your husband Sirius at the centre, he had been shot straight through the chest, me and several other officers tried to save him, and we were unsuccessful. I'm sorry, but Sirius is dead."

"No…" she breathed, "it can't be possible, not Sirius…"

"I am extremely sorry," Riza spoke, "we did try to save him, but despite our best efforts, we couldn't."

Sayuri looked at the two people in front of her as tears trickled down her cheeks.

"Sirius…" she looked at the rings on her finger, teardrops hitting the diamonds encased in the gold engagement ring. "Can I see him?"

"I'm sure that can be arranged," Roy answered.

The three stood up, Roy and Riza picked their coats up as Sayuri got her scarf. They lead her to the car outside. After what seemed like forever, they arrived at the whitewashed hospital.

Sayuri walked through the doors, hesitating before walking through the doors to the morgue.

She was lead to a figure draped with a blanket. As the cover was lifted, she covered a scream, his face, which was once handsome, now carried a deathly pallor and his heavy lids were closed, she laid a hand on his cheek, leaning in and laying a kiss on his cold forehead.

"Suki desu…" she whispered, "I love you…"