A/N: Okay, I know that I really should be working on my other fic, A Sense of Belonging, but I have the biggest case of writer's block, so I decided to finally write this fic. It is the product of an overactive imagination and the fact that my friends and I do not believe that Sirius and Dumbledore are dead. They are simply in Aruba.
The song that is currently stuck in my head: …To be loved by Papa Roach because two of my friends and I are going to see them in concert with Hinder in about a month.
Quote that helps to explain why I wrote this fic: Anyone remotely interesting is crazy in one way or another.
Voldemort's Twisted Worst Nightmare
Sirius laughed at Bellatrix. "Come on, you can do better than that!"
A jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. His laughter died, and his eyes widened in shock.
Sirius faintly heard Harry shout after him as he flew through the veil. He was sucked into a swirling vortex, losing sense of time and direction as he went through.
Some period of time later, Sirius felt himself hit hard on something solid. He opened his eyes to see a pair of legs and a bikini walk by him. He looked around, "Hello, ladies," Sirius thought to himself as he walked towards the nearest bar.
One Year Later
"Severus … please."
Snape raised his wand and pointed it directly at Dumbledore.
"Avada Kedavra!"
Blackness enveloped Albus Dumbledore as soon as the green light stuck him. He felt disoriented and closed his eyes to steady himself. Dumbledore fell to the ground and opened his eyes to a sunny beach. He looked around and his eyes were drawn to a familiar face.
"Sirius?" Dumbledore asked, walking over to the sun-tanned man. "I thought you were dead."
Sirius looked up. "I knew this wouldn't last," he muttered, then raised his voice. "I guess the veil dumped me here."
"Speaking of which, where is here?" Dumbledore inquired.
"Welcome to Aruba," Sirius told the Headmaster, "and I've been here for the last year or so. How did you end up here?"
"I told Snape to kill me," Dumbledore replied.
"The bastard actually listened to you?" Sirius asked in amazement.
"Do not speak badly of him, Sirius, he has risked his life more times than I can count," Dumbledore replied solemnly.
"…For himself," Sirius filled in.
"Anyway," Sirius said, changing the subject, "I have a date with a lovely lady named Ana in about five minutes so I have to go."
Sirius jumped onto his motorcycle and sped off, saluting Dumbledore with the middle finger, and disappeared.
Dumbledore walked outside towards the beach, passing an arcade on his way. He stopped to stare as a teenage girl stood in front of a brightly lit screen that flashed arrows as her legs were a blur.
"Heck yes! New high score!" She shouted.
"Pardon me, but what are you doing?" Dumbledore asked her.
The girl cocked an eyebrow at Dumbledore, but explained that the game was called Dance Dance Revolution.
Dumbledore eventually found out that the girl's name was Shayna. With a sweeping bow, she kicked his ass continuing to get new high scores.
"I'm tired, I'm going to go get some chocolate," she said sighing, her cheeks pink.
"Coming?" she asked him, and they took off, skipping into the sunset.
A/N: I hope you were amused by this fic and review to make me happy and maybe find inspiration for my other fic.