Title: Padfoot's Story
Author: Vengeance A. M.
Rating: PG-13.
Summary: What happened to Padfoot once he fell behind the veil? No one believes, or wants to believe, that he died, so something must have happened to him, right? This is the story of his time away form the wizarding world.
Disclaimer: I do not own Sirius Black, Remus J. Lupin, Severus Snape, or any other character that belongs to JKR. I do not own Keebler elves, Smerfs, or the S'more people from pluto. As a matter of fact, the only thing I own is the order the words show up on this page (or screen) and the plot. Thank you.

'…' thoughts
"…" speaking
Italics spells, emphasis

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Sirius POV.
MoM, DoM.
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'HA! How stupid can my cousin get? Did she actually think that I wouldn't be able to…' my thoughts stopped in clear astonishment as I was hit in the chest by an unknown spell. I could feel my eyes widen as I flew backwards. I glanced towards Harry still smiling (I Don't Smirk) and tumbled through the veil. The last thing I saw was Remus holding him back, tears in his eyes, and all went black.

'Ow, that hurt' I take in my surroundings, it's so cold, silent ...dark. 'No wait, my eyes are closed' I slowly open my eyes and see… nothing. It really is that dark. I can't feel my fingers, or toes, or... Anything for that matter. I feel nothing, I hear nothing, and I smell nothing.' Am I dead? It doesn't feel like I am. Of course, I've never been dead before, but have been in Azkaban,' a shudder runs through my body." and that's as good as dead."

I open my eyes again... when did I close them? A pinprick of light shines farther away. I push my self up into a sitting position and stare in the direction of the star-like dot. I run my hand through my hair, tugging at knots and wincing at the greasy feel ' God. I'm turning into Snape!" I exclaim wishing I could have a shower. 'wait…my hair is greasy… and I can feel it, not that I really want to but its an accomplishment, I have gained feeling in my body. And I used a big word, accomplishment.

Shakily I rise to my feet, and promptly fall on my butt ' damn, that's not good.' I think, as I try again, to the same effect. ' I am going to have a Very sore rear end by the time I can actually walk'. I try, four more times, thena muggle saying pops into my head " if at first you don't succeed, Cheat. Repeat until caught, then lie." I speak it out loud thinking of a way to 'cheat' my way out of this "…, …, …, OH. I'll just try as Padfoot and see what happens. Go me, that's s reslly good idea." I exclaim as I think of the spell as I have so many times in the past few years. I see the words appear in my minds eye 'vicissitudo bestia, ' it twirls in a strange sort of cursive and I feel my bones rearranging faster than an eye blink. The pop resounds through the void like atmosphere. Echoing off of nothing and everything, filling my ears and my mind as I slowly rise to my feet, er… paws. I'm finally able to stand and I cautiously make my way towards he gentle glow in the distance.

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vicissitudo bestia-
Latin: literal translation, Change Animal,

A/N. so what do you think. I really want to know. This is just the beginning, I don't really know how long its going to end up, Though I DO know exactly what's going to happen, I just need to fill in the details. YAY ME dances around in a circle please review , but be gentle as this is the first story I have posted… Ever… oh well. I hope you liked.

Vengeance A.M.

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