MAGICAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS
Chapter 1: Enter the Void
Author: Chiisai Kichigai
Pairings: 1x5x2 (various positions), 3x4x3, DMxHP, hints of RWxHG
Warnings: Love, sex, boy toys, bondage, swearing, death, ect…ect…
Disclaimer: Gundam Wing? Mine? Snorts I Wish! Harry Potter belongs to someone who isn't me (J.K. Rowling)
Authors notes: This is a crossover and I am a new writer. DON'T PANIC! This takes place after the fifth book 'Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix' … Anyway I hated that they killed off Sirius so this is what really happened! Please enjoy!
In the Department of Mysteries, located on the sixth floor of the headquarters for the Ministry of Magic, a battle of wizards raged. It was Voldemort's Death Eaters against the wizards from the Order and Harry was franticly trying to get away from it.
"Come on!" Said Harry desperately, hauling at Neville's robes. Neville had been hit with the Tarantallegra curse which caused his legs go into a frenzied tap-dance. It was near impossible for the boy to stand, let alone follow Harry's orders and move up a flight of stairs.
"Just try and push with your legs-"Harry gave another stupendous heave and Neville's robes tore all along the left seam – the small spun glass ball dropped from his pocket. Then, before either of them could catch it, one of Neville's floundering feet kicked it. The ball flew some ten feet to their right and smashed on the step beneath them.
As both of them stared at the place where it had broken, appalled at what had happened, a pearly-white figure with hugely magnified eyes rose into the air, unnoticed by any but Harry and Neville.
Harry could see its mouth moving, but in all the crashes and screams and yells surrounding them, not one word of the prophecy could he hear. The figure stopped speaking and dissolved into nothingness.
"Harry, I'b sorry!" cried Neville, his broken nose changing the pronunciation of his words. Neville's face was anguished as his legs continued to flounder.
"I'b sorry, Harry, I didn'd bean do-"
"It doesn't matter!" Harry shouted. "Just try and stand, let's get out of-"
"Dubbledore!" said Neville, his sweaty face suddenly transported, staring over Harry's shoulder.
"What?"
"DUBBLEDORE!"
Harry turned to look where Neville was staring. Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious.
Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body- they were saved.
Dumbledore sped down the steps past Neville and Harry, who had no more thoughts of leaving. Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eaters nearest realised he was there and yelled to the others.
One of the Death Eaters ran for it, scabbing like a monkey up the stone steps opposite. Dumbledore's spell pulled him back effortlessly as though he had hooked him with an invisible line-
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!" Sirius yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of red 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, was turning towards the dais.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch.
As he flew back his eyes rested his godson. Harry was descending the stone steps and fear crept into him. Bellatrix was still there, Harry must not come any closer for she could still do harm to him, why was he still coming closer?
Sirius opened his mouth to tell Harry to stay back, get away, to run. Unfortunately he was consumed by the veil before he could even get a single syllable out.
He was cold.
Sirius felt as if he was floating in a thick layer of foam. He couldn't move, it was a struggle to breath and there was a constant whistle of speeding wind in his ear.
No…
'It's not wind' thought Sirius as he strained his ears to listen. 'It's… voices'
The whistling sound was really whispers, whispers which soon got louder, clamouring, all wanting to be heard at once now that he was listening.
"Join us" they whispered to him brokenly and echoingly.
"Sleep" They chanted.
Sirius's eyes closed slowly and his breathing became shallower. The foam was growing more intense and closing in on him, smothering him.
"Die…"
The voices whispered sweet nothings, urged him to stop struggling and give up.
Just as he was ready to give in, to fall into a never ending sleep, he heard a voice calling through the foam.
"Sirius!"
Sirius opened his eyes. He knew that voice.
"SIRIUS!"
'Harry' Sirius took a deep gasping breath and it was as if the foam thinned and the voices where pushed back. The whispers where no longer roaring in his ear and he could move freely.
It was like he was blind, for he could see nothing in the pitch black void. He gripped his wand and ignored the tempting voices as he floated in the darkness aimlessly- there had to be a way out.
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Chapter One is done! …hey that rhymed…Please review! I need all the help I can get!