Summary: post OOTP Sirius is sent back to his sixth year from behind the veil.
Spoilers:1st through 5th book
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter but if I did the fifth film would already be out by now! And I wouldn't kill off Sirius Black
Reviews: Are always welcome, I don't welcome flames although constructive criticism is welcome.
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Chapter 1
Behind the Veil and a Shock of a Life Time
It was dark, no light what so ever. "Where am I" thought Sirius Black. The last thing he remembered was duelling his cousin Bellatrix in the department of mysteries, getting cursed and the bleak feeling of falling through a gooey substance.
"THE VEIL!"
This revelation made Sirius wonder whether anything like this had happened to everyone else who had fallen through; the veil was supposed to be the doorway to the afterlife, but Sirius didn't feel dead.
It felt like an eternity had passed before light began filtering around and he could see beings made of mist descending upon him.
"Who are you?" Sirius asked, sounding braver then he felt.
"That does not matter." said the middle misty person. "What matters, Mr Black, is that we are giving you another chance at your life, to right the wrongs of things to come."
"Er, what?" asked a very confused Sirius Black.
"Good luck!" was all they said instead of answering his question.
The next thing Sirius knew was that he was once again falling through nothing, but then he felt a jolt in his navel like that of a Port Key, only more pronounced, that made him feel like he was going to empty his stomach.
Hogwart's sixth year boy dormitories, October 10th 1977
Four beds occupied the room, each with a student sleeping peacefully. Mist started to form around one bed containing a black haired teenager. The trunk at the bottom of the bed named him Sirius Black. Light started filtering out of the mist into the black haired teen causing him to twitch and scrunch up his face. Eventually the mist disappeared from the room, leaving a wide eyed Sirius Black sitting up in bed looking around with pure shock on his face.
"Holy Shit!" muttered Sirius. Glancing around he saw that he was in a dorm with three other boys, recognisable as James Potter to his left, Remus Lupin to his right and Peter Pettigrew opposite him. On noticing Peter, Sirius' face darkened and the look of pure hatred flooded onto his face.
"What the hell is happening?"
Slowly, he got out of bed, quietly as not to wake the others. He crept into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, he looked into the mirror and looking back at him was a handsome, 16 year old teenager with black hair down to his shoulders and grey- blue eyes that still held the haunted look he was used to from Azkaban. Staring at him self, the words the misty person said to him drifted into his mind. "We are giving you another chance at your life,"
"They've sent me back in time, but that's not possible. I mean…" his thoughts were cut off by a knock at the door, walking over he swung the door open and came face to face with James.
"Prongs?" whispered Sirius, gripping on to the door frame for support at seeing his dead best friend alive and standing in front of him.
"Padfoot, you ok?" asked a concerned James Potter at seeing his friend shaken up about something.
"Yes…No I need to see Dumbledore," he exclaimed, making his way to his bed and getting some clothes and proceeding to change.
"I'll come with you," said James, getting dressed as well. Remus who had woken up when James got out of bed, also got out of bed and started getting some warmer clothes on.
"Well, you aren't going without me." stated Remus, worried about his friend. So it was with that, that the three trailed to Dumbledore's office, leaving Peter asleep.
After naming every sweet in Honeydukes, they arrived at their destination and knocked on the door then waited patiently. At least, Remus and James did, Sirius had a look of concentration on his face one that they had only seen when he was thinking of a prank, Quidditch, or a food contest. But even then it wasn't as pronounced as this look was; the look in their friend's eyes was what scared James and Remus even more.
After five minutes and several more impatient knocks by Sirius, the door was swung open to reveal Dumbledore in his Pyjama's.
"Mr's Black, Potter and Lupin, what can I do for you?" he asked, inviting them in.
"Well, it's Sirius, Sir, not us. He just said he needed to see you, so we came with him," replied Remus, sitting down.
Dumbledore nodded, sitting in his own seat behind his desk and folded his hands then looked at the object of this visit, who was pacing the floor and throwing looks over at James every now and then.
"Mr. Black?"
No response.
"Sirius?"
That got his attention and he looked up at Dumbledore. Seeing the questioning look, he moved towards the desk and took a deep breath as he sat down and looked straight at the headmaster,
"Ok, this is going to sound completely crazy, but I swear that it is the truth," Sirius started, waiting for a nod from Dumbledore before continuing and when he received it he sighed once more. "I'm not from this time, something happened and now I find myself 20 years in the past in the body of my 16 year old self."
A/N: Ok this formed in my head a while back. What do you think? Please review to let me know whether to carry it on or not.