HELLO! Welcome to my ficci! Hopefully you enjoy, I do however need a little assistance, I NEED A NAME FOR THIS FIC! If you have an idea please review tell me what you think of the fic and suggest a name if you can think of one. I would be much obliged, there will probably be a vote in the next few chapters and see which name gets the most votes :)

DISCLAIMER: I own squat, if I did I would be rich. This is NOT agreeing to what happened to Sirius in the OotP because I don't. Hear that Rowling, BRING BACK THE BLACK!

Thanks to my fantasic beta Evergreen Baby, for putting up with me and my nit picking and constant need for advise and suggestions. and my constant use of the word AND.

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Sirius Black walked down the winding black tunnel, committed to find his way out and get back on with his fight at the ministry with his so-called cousin. He had been walking for what seemed like forever and still saw nothing but darkness ahead of him. This was getting slightly frustrating considering the fact that he couldn't hear anything but silence, his wand was still poised in his hand ready for use if need be and his grip tightened ever more slightly as time slipped by.

Finally, frustration got the better of him and he shouted an angry, "Fuck it!" Before raising his wand and sending every spell he could possibly think of at the darkness. This went on for some time before he finally gave up and lowered himself to the ground panting slightly. He then looked down, wondering what the bloody hell he was sitting on if this place was made of darkness.

Glass. Glass was the answer, Sirius suddenly felt sick as he looked through it to see nothing but more dark. This only made him angrier however; he utterly loathed the feeling of being behind glass. Like some kind of demented tropical fish far from it's original home after being bagged up and jerkily handled until he was tipped into a fake reality. A metaphor, he wondered finally… no too close to what actually happened. For all he knew he might as well be that fish.

Shaking slightly out of pure rage and some helplessness he stumbled to his feet again and looked around again. The darkness enveloped him and he began to feel closterphobic and nostalgia made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. He shook his head in an attempt to clear his thoughts and looked down again. He wasn't going to stay here the rest of his life, he refused. He was going to break the glass.

The prospect of this scared him for a second. The what-ifs built in his head, he pushed them away, anything was better than this at this point. He was even beginning to think he would have preferred Azkaban. He jumped up and down to check the give. There was none, but Sirius Black wouldn't be phased in the least and he shot the most powerful spell he had at the ground.

To his great surprise the ground broke and he felt himself tumbling through the blackness. Now the thought decided to pop into his head. Maybe this wasn't the smartest way to go Sirius… he thought to himself as he continued to fall.

After what seemed like days falling he finally hit the bottom. His legs persisted on staying down for a while, when he did get up he wobbled dizzily, the weakness in his legs becoming even more pronounced as he stumbled though the blackness again. He wondered what good breaking through the glass did, nothing much had changed.

Then he saw it. Light shimmered from behind a curtain in the distance, toying with his ability to think straight. Slowly like a moth drawn to a lantern he stumbled towards the curtain, the voice in the back of his head telling him this was too good to be true.

Soft whispers brushed into his ears calling him softly away from the light, telling him to be aware of the consequences of going through. Reminding him of the solitude of living in the real world. Beckoning him back into the darkness with voices as soft as velvet. Sirius stopped and wheeled around looked around longingly for the sources of the voices. The first he had heard in what seemed like years.

The light behind the curtains was dimming and seemed to be moving away. Sirius watched for a second wondering if he should run to catch it, but feeling the draw of the voices fill his ears with promises of friendship and other things he could only imagine in his wildest dreams.

He shook his head trying to clear it of the voice and think rationally. It took all of his willpower to take a step forwards towards the light. The voice hissed with rage and Sirius had to cover his ears in order to concentrate fully on what he was doing.

Sirius defiantly took another step towards the curtain a smile slowly creeping onto his face as he took yet another step. This enraged the voice even more until he reached the curtain and it stopped abruptly. He was no fool this place was wrong and he was leaving. With a final nod he reached out his hand and swung open the curtain, hoping to find Bellatrix right where he left her.

Instead, he found himself in a dark room. He recognized it as the department of mysteries. Now the question was, he guessed, how long had he been behind that sodding curtain?

He walked out of the Ministry un-noticed. Quite a feat, if he thought about it long enough, even if it was nighttime at the Ministry proved to be busy. He thanked his maurdering skills for that and with a wiry grin wondered what the building full of aurors would do if they knew he was with-in the enemy camp and drinking from the abandoned coffee pots with vigor.

Slowly, he walked out of the building, still completely dumbfounded as to how he could just walk around the Ministy without being noticed. He stopped a moment wondering where to go, he thought about Privet Drive for a second then, shook his head. He hated the idea but finally decided on Grimmauld Place. He would probably catch at least one of the Order.

He closed his eyes and felt himself apparate into the street in front of the house he grew up in. He swayed slightly as he became increasingly light-headed. He ended up leaning against a light post and waiting for the dizziness to end. He was panting slightly, this made him think, it NEVER took this much out of him to apparate before. He found this information very disturbing as he stared at the house across the street.

Finally, he stood again and wandered across the street making his way very slowly up the steps and towards the door. He hesitated as he wondered whether to knock or just walk inside. Then, he opted for knocking and did so 3 times.

As he waited for an answer he paced the step, wondering who was home, what they would think when they saw him, and how long he had been gone. The wait was killing him, his fingers found the doorbell and pulled twice, still waiting for an answer. His world started spinning, he felt so weak.

He rang one more time hoping if the occupants were asleep they weren't heavy sleepers. Finally he moved to the handle.Unease and his lack of patience making his movements more decided.

Unease and his lack of patience making his movements more decided. Yes it's short, please review! and if you think of an amazingly awesome name, please lemme know. Cudos!

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