Behind the veil
By Maria
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, Sirius Black, or the rest. Harry Potter and the other characters belong to J.K.Rowling.
A/N: In memory of Sirius Black, also known as Padfoot who will be greatly missed.
Behind the Veil :
Chapter One : Trough the Veil
I saw the light of the Department of Mysteries vanish from my eyes. Once again, light vanished from my eyes, once again I fell in the unknown, once again I fell life disappear from my body, and yes once again I had to leave my friends. Has this all been my fault?
My thoughts came to end as I reached the end of what I would call my grave. Yes, I knew I was dead, and my grave was that veil, through that archway. My body sprang back on the cold ground. Darkness surrounded me. While trying to get up, questions came to my mind.
Where was I? Was there a way to get back? What were Remus and Harry thinking? Would they rescue me? I was no longer sure that I really was dead, no; I couldn't be dead, after all Bellatrix didn't curse me with Avada Kedavra. I was trapped. There was a noise, but I couldn't understand where it came from. People talking, and then laughing, a woman was screaming, again people talking, silence. After what seemed some minutes, there were voices again, they were once more just talking. I didn't take me long to realise that was my life. A sat there on the damp ground, crying like would a child, having the regrets of an old man.
A whisper came to my ears.
I couldn't understand it nor hear it; its author was too far.
The whisper seemed to come closer. The whisper became words and word became sentences.
« Don't worry, Padfoot, my friend. Now nothing else will separate us. I know it won't be easy, but I will be on your side to get over all this. » said the voice.
No, this wasn't possible, but it seemed so real...
I decided to say nothing. I tried to hide my tears. I didn't want anyone to think I was a baby.
«Sirius, I think crying will heal your wounds. Sirius Black, you were and always will be my brother. » the voice said.
I knew this voice, Prongs was it really you?
«.....Potter? » I murmured. I didn't know why I did call him Potter, but I was so afraid to wake up and find it has only been a dream.
«No, not Potter, I must say that reminds me of McGonagall when she caught us putting spiders in Snape's bag. Have you already forgotten the four Marauders? Prongs! Prongs, Padfoot, Moony and Wormtail! »
