It was a funny thing, dying. Sirius thought to himself. Not that he was dead. Not really.
"Living things passing through The Veil did not just die."
Boy, had the Department of Mysteries gotten that all wrong. Sirius giggled. Or as much of a giggle he could muster with no control over his floating body. The floating had been odd but manageable when he first came too. It was almost like when Prongs and Moony had developed that zero gravity spell in sixth year. The rat had been terrified, of course, we should've let him float right out of the dormitory window. Would've saved us a lot of misery.
Moments passed as the man considered all the missed opportunities the marauders had of ridding themselves of their traitorous "friend."
Sirius scowled and tried to focus.
He kept drifting into old memories or off on tangents of thought ever since they'd noticed he could hear them. It's how he learned "living things passing through The Veil don't just die." When his mind kicked into overtime about what that could mean they'd gotten quiet. And then the memories started, turns out your life only flashes before death, once you "die" there's a lot more analysis.
The voices came back and he strained even his animagus improved hearing to try and discern the conversation.
They've apparently also learned to whisper since their discovery. What a shame.
He tried to transform so that he could use the full benefits of the Grim's hearing. He would've been panting from the effort if he could but it was no use. If you're going to be talking about me anyway you might as well include me, he thought forcefully, it's rude to do otherwise.
The responding silence was disconcerting. It was obvious now how they had noticed him noticing them. They can hear me think if I do it loudly enough. Odd that. I hadn't realized thoughts could have volume... Damn you Padfoot, focus!
"Err... hello?" Sirius spoke nervously but trying to hold it together. The sudden shock of hearing his own voice echo around the still dark room made him blink and then sit up.
"I guess it's too late to just toss him back through" a male voice muttered "might as well give the man some light."
The brightness was enough instant and overwhelming.
