Harry Potter and the Descendant of the King
Note: This fanfic doesn't belong to me, it's from a friend of mine who was to lazy to translate it and publish it herself, so I'm not taking any credit for it.
Chapter 1: The Dream
He walked for that dark corridor already known for him of the Ministry of Magic, crossing those doors he had passed through to find that terrible end.
He just ran and ran, sweating and cold trying not to imagine what he would find at the end.
He ran, ran, ran, and ran without thinking in anything, his mind was in blank.
He finally had come to the end… He opened the door in front of him and saw the Death Chamber; where just three steps away from the veil was one of the persons he had missed the most, smiling to him. His godfather, confident and friend… Sirius Black