Behind the Black Curtain
'No Sirius, come back Sirius, SIRIUS' Harry yelled when he had come to terms with what had just happened. Harry yelled for his Godfather even more but Sirrius Black was not coming back, he had fallen deep inside the magical mystery of the Black Curtain in the Department of Mysteries. He had fallen into another magical world for lost souls…
Sirius Black was falling elegantly down and down into more and more blackness. He didn't know what was happening to him. Where was Harry? Where was the Department of Mysteries? He thought to himself 'darn Fred and George, they should be wary on who they sell that stupid magical blackout stuff, whatever they call it!' This was the serious side of Sirius Black. All his life Sirius had hardly ever shown his serious side but this is a time to get serious. He was battling with He Who Must Not Be Named aka Voldemort for goodness sake, of course he is going to be serious. The think that confused him was that he had been falling forever. It was deadly silent, not a sound. Why wasn't everybody firing spells? Why couldn't he hear Harry running with the Prophecy? Why couldn't he hear screams of pain or Neville falling over his own feet? This was strange very strange indeed. He still had his wand in his hand but no spell would come to his head. He was thinking hard, he couldn't understand this.
There was a gentle breeze as he was falling into nothingness. He had given up now. He was just waiting to land but the question was would there be a landing? He looked down, he couldn't see anything but he could hear voices talking, whispering. Had he been kidnapped by the Death Eaters? No he couldn't have that was impossible. He listened carefully. These voices were talking in a different language. The thing was he could understand them. It wasn't parseltongue because he didn't have that magical quality, no it definitely wasn't parseltongue. Sirius cocked his head and listened, they were talking about lost souls. They knew he was listening, 'This blackness is the place for the lost souls. Welcome Sirius Black.' they whispered, 'Hope you enjoy your eternity here, we are something of the abnormal, something that nobody can see but now that you are a lost soul you will become one of us Sirius Black, you will be able to see us, understand us and talk to us.' Sirius was becoming scared he couldn't see these things that were talking to him. He shouted out 'Who are you.' It echoed through the deadly silent sea of black around him.
'Do not be afraid Sirius for we will become clear to you once you believe that you are lost forever!'