Author's Note: Look guys, I need to get my medieval fantasy thing out somehow and I wanted to do something unique. Let me know if you guys think this is worth pursuing as my secondary story to Mirai Marvel. I'm still looking for another one that can sustain its own muse.

Chapter 1: Wizard of the Broken Tower

Sirius Black awoke with the coldest fiery pain he had ever felt blasting up and down every nerve in his body.

He knew about nerves because Lily had always been weirdly annoyed about things like "science" and "biology" being underrepresented in Wizarding education and had not stopped talking about them the entire time he knew her, both before and after she got with James. Though he did hear a lot more after. He'd preferred her music and movies though. Those were fun. He liked Queen. Freddie Mercury was very attractive. Star Wars was super rad, too. He knew the muggle lingo.

His hand went up to clutch his forehead as he thought, "Oh great I'm blabbering in my own head about nothing. I need to figure out what bloody happened to me."

Slowly, very slowly as more pain shot up to his head, he sat up and looked around. He was sitting at the foot of a large broken stone pedestal and even through the broken masonry he could tell he was on top of some kind of tower or lighthouse.

A really shitty run down ruin of one at least.

Ah and there were mostly decayed corpses as well. Almost skeletons really.

"Well that settles it I'm dead and this is Hell." He looked around further, "Hmm maybe more like Hades? Hmm the Greeks were right, that's a lark."

He scrambled down from the stone and quickly located his wand.

"Well that's something, wouldn't like to be unarmed in Hades. Might have to fight my way past Charon to get out right?"

Because, Sirius reasoned, if he'd fallen through a portal to Hades he wasn't technically dead, so he could still escape.

And then he heard sounds of metal hitting metal.

He glanced around and after a silent Lumos to illuminate his surroundings he found a stairway heading down.

"Well, Gryffindor's charge and all that, tally-ho, etc etc!" Down the stairs he went.

And down below he found a strange scene.

A half score of men, dressed like some strange mix of Roman legionnaire and Eastern European Hussar were fighting a bunch of animated skeletons with pikes and swords.

Well obviously the animated skeletons were the evil things here. Though he was kinda freaked out by the idea that maybe he'd gone through a portal that sent him to a lost Roman Legion or something.

Flicking his wand out a few bludgeoning hexes went out and smashed the skeletons to pieces.

And then something let out a fell howl and dark shadows left the skeletons and animated more of them.

"Ah okay, so that's how it is!" Finally speaking the soldiers turned to stare at him, a strange man in dark robes with a stick.

"Expecto Patronum!" Channeling the happiness that he had saved Harry, even if it meant he was sent on this weird trip, a giant wolfhound, similar to his animagus form, burst forth from his wand, shining and shimmering in the dim light.

It charged forth with a howl and the light of the patronus did not only cause the strange spirit creature to flee, but burnt straight through it.

"Huh..."

The skeletons all fell to the ground, no longer puppeted by the strange wraith.

Then the men turned to look at him in awe and began chattering away at him in a strange language.

"Okay well that's all Greek to me so let's fix this."

He quickly began chanting a translation charm for himself.

"Alright," Sirius said, "I fixed the language issue, start from the beginning. My name is Sirius Orion Black and I am a wizard. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

See? All those years of manners and traditional education did stick, purebloods just weren't worth the respect of showing manners to.

The one...soldier? Knight? In a cape strode forth and bowed, "Well met, Wizard Sirius! I am Prince Araval of the kingdom of Arthedain! I and my soldiers were here on a quest to cleanse this tower of the evil barrow-wights who overtook it after the Witch King of Angmar's assault decades ago brought the land around the Weather Hills to darkness! It is with your aid now that we have succeeded! Amon Sul shall return to Arthedain and we will once more have an eastern stronghold against Murzador!"

Sirius blinked, "Well that was a lot to digest. So I'm not dead and this isn't Hell?"

The man blinked back, "Ah...nay Wizard. You are in Arthedain." No recognition from the wizard across from him. "In...formerly Arnor?" Still nothing. "Middle Earth?"

"Wait...MIDDLE Earth? I mean I'm from Earth but I've never heard of a Middle to it."

"Oh...this is quite strange indeed."

"Tell you what, I don't think I'm going home anytime soon, and it seems like magic can help you out. I come in peace, take me to your leader?" He'd always wanted to say that.