Beyond the Veil
The last thing Sirius Black heard before he fell through the veil was the shrill laughter of his cousin, and now killer, Bellatrix. The last thing he saw was the look of anguish on his godson's face. The last thing he felt was an overwhelming sense of peace and finality. Then he fell…
Sirius knew he was alone by the eerie silence that surrounded him. He sat up knowing that the curse which had killed him would leave him unscathed. He was in a great dome shaped room that was exceptionally clean and vaguely familiar. Then he spotted it. The only thing in the whole room that wasn't engulfed by an ethereal fog.
A train, one that was so much like the ones he used to ride on the way to Hogwarts. A flash of pain ripped through him at the memory of him at Hogwarts. James. Lily. Mary. Marlene. Peter. Anger coursed its way through his veins at the last name. Such a strong anger that the sadness of his losses was outweighed by his rage. He had never avenged them.
The sound of a horn ripped through the air and startled Sirius out of his thoughts. Steam rose from the train and the rumbling of an engine grew loud. Time to go.
Sirius stood, shaking the stiffness from his body as he approached the train. As he stepped up he thought about the one he would leave behind.
Harry. The only thing left of James and Lily. And yet, somehow his own person. Humble and modest despite the fact that he is the "Boy Who Lived" and "The Chosen One". He would be ok. He had the strength of his parents in him. Somehow, Sirius knew he would never break. Hermione and Ron would hold him together and just be there as good friends always are. The Weasley family had promise to be there for him and treat him as their own. The promise was unnesscairy, as Sirius knew they loved him, but was still comforted by their thoughts.
He stepped up into the train and headed to the compartment he always shared with James, Remus, Peter, and Lily. Everything seemed to be the same as it was so many years ago. The walls were still a hideous cream color covered with doodles made by students bored on the commute. The carpet was still red and gold. Wood was still chipped from students banging their luggage about. It was all still the same.
Except this time Sirius was alone.
As he approached the compartment he heard a quiet giggle. A giggle just loud enough that he had to wonder if it was his lonely imagination making the noise up. He paused. There it went again and this time he knew it was real. Slowly Sirius reached into his pocket and withdrew his wand. He reached for the handle and lightly grasped it.
Bang!
The compartment door flew open with such force that Sirius was knocked backwards and tumbled on the floor.
Three pairs of laughter taunted him about never being able to stay on his feet. But Sirius paid no attention to them. He was too overcome by joy to react. He never thought he would ever hear those laughs again.
Ever.
He stood up and wordlessly peered into the cabin. The first thing he saw was a shock of red hair and almond shaped green eyes. Lily. His eyes began to blur with unshed tears. The woman in the seat was without a doubt Lily.
Tears began to fall in a steady stream when Sirius realized that the man next to Lily was James. James shot him a toothy grin and mussed his hair up with the hand not wrapped around Lily. Sirius was too shocked and overjoyed to move. He had so much he wanted to say. About everything. He wanted to tell them how much he missed them and loved them and how he had thought of them each and every day. He wanted to tell them about Harry, Ron, and Hermione and how amazing the trio was and all the great things Sirius was sure they would soon accomplish. He wanted to tell them so much.
But he lost any ability to think when he noticed a third person in the cabin. She looked exactly like she had when she was seventeen. Same corn silk blonde hair, evergreen eyes, porcelain skin. She even wore the same dress he had last seen her in. Sirius shook as he fell to his knees, never once taking his eyes off the person he had tried NOT to think about since she was taken. The pain renewed itself again and again as he began to cry in earnest.
*Hey guys! This is my first ever FanFiction and I am super nervous to hear what yall have to say about it. Reviews are welcome and encouraged. I want this to be something every Harry Potter fan can enjoy and I need readers help to make that happen. Criticizm is welcome but flames will not be accepted!
**I know the first few chapters may be short and not very well written but, once I get going it will be better I swear! Just stick with me for a few and you will see.