What would have happened if Remus hadn't died at the battle of Hogwarts if only Tonks had? What if instead of Teddy they had a daughter and what if twenty years later Sirius fell from the veil twenty years younger remembering everything about his previous life?
Disclaimer: In no way do I own the named characters from Harry Potter... believe me if I did Sirius, Remus and Tonks would still be alive and Sirius would be married to me... so... anyway all I own is Luna Atraea Lupin.
The nothingness suddenly became emptiness... like a great vacuum pulling him god knows where. Voices everywhere... He was surrounded by voices... whispering, blaming, shouting, begging, pleading... he didn't have anywhere to turn to escape the voices... Suddenly silence...
"...Twenty years... Veil... Not possible..." I could hear the manic whispers of the nurses from the bed next to mine as they laid a new patient down. His long black hair covered his face and from what I could see of him he was very malnourished. As if he hadn't eaten in years. I kept my eyes squinted so the nurses wouldn't know I was awake and would continue talking. The young man looked to be about my age maybe a little older with the arm that I could see form my angle covered in tattoos. I listened closer hoping to maybe get his name before my father who was sleeping in the chair next to me woke.
"Luna! You're awake? Thank Merlin! I thought for a while there I was going to lose you!" Too late...My dad pulled himself out of the chair and rushed to my side. I could see his eyes were red raw and surrounded by dark circles I couldn't blame him for being so worried I guess after all I was all my dad had left since my mum had died in the war. I was only three months at the time and I know it seems horrible to say I don't really miss her. I mean how can you miss something you never really had. My dad missed her though. He never even tried to find love again. He was convinced and still is, that she was the only woman who could ever love him for his furry little problem. And to be honest in a world where my dad is treated as a second class citizen despite his effort in the war I can't say I blame him for thinking that way. Anyway I'm letting my mind drift off... I do that often...back to what I was doing waking in St Mungo's.
"What were you thinking not paying attention I care of Magical creatures? You of all people know how dangerous magical creatures can be when you're not paying attention!.. You're lucky to still have all you parts from what Hagrid..." I knew by now at almost 17 I couldn't stop him mid rant so I just let him go on till he was finished. The whole thing only happened because Corwin McHale was a man whore. If he had kept his hands to himself instead of placing them on my arse neither of us would be in the situation we were. I hope he's worse than me if he's not there's just no justice in the world...