Clearly I have a plot-bunny problem. None-the-less I will continue work on my other fics, the next chapters for Messy affairs and Apocalypse are almost done, just need to figure a few things out, which I can do during the week now I'm getting this out of my head somewhat.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, nor the lines I edited from the back end of Order of the Pheonix.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" Sirius yelled at Bellatrix, goading her.

A yet of light hit him squarely in the chest.

"SIRIUS!" Harry screamed as his godfather was struck, staring in horror. The laughter had not quite died from Sirius' face (he'd been laughing at his cousin moments before she'd struck him), but the man's eyes had widened in shock.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards into the ragged veil hanging from the arch. Just before he was lost to the world completely, Sirius saw Dumbledore turn to look his way, Too late you damned old fool! Sirius thought vehemently, before sadness filled him when he saw Harry running towards him, Remus not far behind, Sorry, Pup.

"SIRIUS!" Harry tried again, wand out, ready to fight with his godfather once the man came back out of the veil - he'd reappear, surely he would, wouldn't he? "SIRIUS!"

"Harry, stop!" Remus yelled, grabbing Harry around the boy's waist, only metres from the veil themselves. "There's nothing we can do!"

"No! We can save him, we have to!" Harry struggled in the older man's grasp, wanting desperately to reach his godfather.

"Harry..."

"Why are you holding me back - he only just fell through, we can get him!"

"Harry, there's nothing... Harry, he's gone."

Harry felt as though his heart had been crushed under a tonne of bricks.

"No... HE. IS. NOT. DEAD! SIRIUS!" Harry yelled again, struggling even harder.

"Harry! Stop it!" Remus tried again in vain, he voice breaking as he fought to keep Harry away from the veil, as well as hold back his own tears.

As Harry slowly came to terms with the fact Sirius was in fact dead, Dumbledore smiled to himself, carefully hiding it as he pretended to focus on tying up all the Death Eaters within the room. Now that Sirius was gone he didn't need to worry about the man's influence on Harry. Dumbledore could simply go back to the original plan he had before Sirius had escaped Azkaban and proved himself innocent to Remus, Harry and the latter's friends. Also, the love Sirius had shown the boy would make Harry even more willing to become a sacrifice for the good of the Wizarding World.

It was all falling back into place now that reckless pawn was dead.

"Sirius? Sirius wake up," a soft voice called in an almost joking tone. "Hurry up lazy, you know you don't belong here."

"Eh?" Sirius grunted, his body felt heavy, like he was buried beneath something very dense. Somehow, with great difficulty, Sirius managed to force his eyes open - when had they closed?

"AH!" he cried in shock at the teenager before him. It was almost like looking into a mirror. The boy had similar long black hair and was strangely handsome however he was smaller and slighter than Sirius, as well as having a completely different look in his eyes. "R-Regulus?"

"'Sup?" Regulus greeted grinning and chuckling at his older brother. They appeared to be floating along slowly in a seemingly endless dark space.

"Why don't you tell me, brother dearest?" Sirius replied sarcastically, crossing his arms angrily. "You were the one that told me to wake up after all."

"Well of course, brother," Regulus reasoned in a care-free tone, "if I hadn't, you would have died."

"Forgive the assumption," Sirius said, not sounding sorry in the least, "but you are dead and I fell through a death veil... Ergo, I too, am dead."

Regulus laughed. "Well of course you'd see it that way - as would anyone else. But you're forgetting something."

"Oh? And what would that be?"

"That we aren't anyone else," as Regulus said this, his grey eyes became clouded as though a storm was brewing within them. Almost as though it was an automatic reaction, lightning danced across Sirius' eyes, although it didn't impair his vision in the slightest.

"We knew that already, what does that have to with our current situation?" Sirius asked, feeling the longer he spent here the less of a chance he had at getting back. He didn't need to voice his concern for Regulus to know.

"Yes, the longer you spend here the further away from the present - and life - we get. Had you stayed asleep you'd probably already be greeting those Potter people," Regulus said. "But you need to go back, brother - those men are going to cause hell if you don't do something."

"How do I go back? You know right? You've always known a lot," Sirius said.

"I don't just know 'a lot', Sirius. I have the potential to know all - but that potential can only be accessed in death. Paired with your potential to have power over everything, you can get out. You were always the stronger one," Regulus said softly, "I didn't think I needed you and I ended up dying. Turns out if we don't work together nothing works out right."

"Enough of the riddles Reg - I don't want to listen to your mumbling - if our abilities can get me out of here, why not you too?" Sirius could feel time was getting short, but he had to know.

Regulus smiled softly and moved to wrap his arms around his brother's neck almost like Regulus intended to hug him. "I thought I told you - I tried to be independent and died using my abilities, if that veil hadn't been there you would have been fine. You're the only one of us that deserves another chance, Sirius." Regulus closed the gap between them, placing his forehead gently against Sirius'.

"I'm going to give you my power, so push yours to its limit and imagine that veil," Regulus instructed, closing his eyes. As Sirius did as Regulus asked, the younger began to fade away, smiling all the while. "I may have known everything, but it made me cocky. I knew what our parents wanted and thought I was right to be the model son... I realise now I was an idiot. Sirius, please, don't use my power needlessly. You'll-"

"Shut up, Reg," Sirius interrupted gently, a soft smile on his face as he cupped his brother's cheek. "You were an idiot - I get it, no need to blabber on. I have a kid back there who needs me."

"Yeah. You want me to wait for you later?"

"Nah, you'll be waiting a while - I don't intend to die for a good few years. Go on ahead, I'm sure mum misses you."

"Alright then. Bye, Sirius," Regulus said as the last of his body faded from view.

"Bye, Reg." Sirius straightened, allowing the magic within him to overflow to the point where it rolled off him in visible waves of energy before saying softy, "Snap, crackle, bang."

Back in the Ministry Death Chamber, Harry had already run off with Dumbledore not far behind. All the Death Eaters, minus Bellatrix who had managed to escape, were all tied up by invisible ropes, courtesy of Dumbledore. Remus and the rest of the Order were gathering up Harry's friends and doing what they could as well as treating their own injuries when a large explosion shook the room.

"What in the name of Merlin..." Remus ran back towards the dais, freezing at the top of the steps as he gazed down at the destruction with a look of mixed shock and disbelief. The veil had completely shattered and in its place was a figure bathed in light, with lightning seeming to crackle across the figures body, its hair flying around madly in a non-existent wind, with seemingly sightless eyes that appeared clouded as lightning danced across them also.

By now other people had joined Remus and were staring at the figure, all wondering the same thing: who - or what - was it?

As suddenly as it had come, the light faded and the figure stumbled forward, losing its footing and falling onto its face. A sense of familiarity hit Remus, causing him to run down the steps, somehow taking them three at a time without falling, yelling at the top of his voice, "SIRIUS!"

The figure, who was indeed Sirius, weakly turned his head to the side and smiled before forcing himself to sit up, promptly falling to the floor again as his mind assaulted him with images and information at a speed that made it very hard for Sirius not to scream in pain.

The information came in snippets, answering questions Sirius had pondered on for years as well as giving him reason to question things he'd never thought to before, for example: Dumbledore and the way Regulus had died.

Slowly, the stream of information faded and Sirius came back to the present to find himself cradled against someone who smelled distinctly like...

"Moony?" Sirius asked hoarsely, moving his arms to push the person holding him back slightly.

"Sirius... You're alive," Remus said breathlessly, hugging the other man again even tighter this time. "Thank goodness - we thought we'd lost you."

Sirius couldn't think of how to reply and so just returned the embrace instead, not caring he was technically still a wanted man hugging of all things inside the Ministry of Magic. "'Course I'm alive you fool - as if you could get rid of me that easily," Sirius managed once they'd each let the other go.

Slowly the two made their way back up the steps to the rest of the Order, some of whom were crying in joy at finding their comrade alive, Tonks for example had launched herself into her cousin's chest once he'd reached the top and was currently crying into his shirt.

"Hehe, didn't think you'd miss me that much, Tonks," Sirius joked, holding her close, before letting her go as he noticed someone was missing. "Where's Harry?"

"Dumbledore's with him," answered Moody.

"That doesn't tell me where he is, Moody," Sirius snapped, also noticing Bellatrix wasn't in the room, "Oh that idiot - don't tell me he went after that crazy bitch!"

"Sirius-"

"Quiet," Sirius hissed in reply, not caring who had spoke. He could just hear the sounds of battle. "The Atrium." Instantly, Sirius was off, spinning on his heel and Apparating to the battle.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore," said Voldemort, using Harry's mouth.

Sirius starred at the scene before him in horror - what the heck was going on? That wasn't Harry's voice...

"Master, it's Black - he's back! But how? I killed him!" Bellatrix yelled. Tipping his head to the side Sirius realised she was trapped behind a statue. At her call, both Harry and Dumbledore had turned to look, both gaping at him.

Upon seeing Harry's now red eyes though, Sirius understood and shot past Dumbledore and embraced Harry carefully. "Get out of him, Voldemort. I'll only ask once."

"I'm afraid you'll have to kill me to get me out, Black," Harry-Voldemort said, a twisted smirk on the boy's lips.

"Not a chance," Sirius whispered, his eyes clouding. "Now get out of my godson."

Dumbledore wasn't certain how Sirius had returned, nor what he was doing to Harry, only that a scream came from the boy that didn't belong to him, and suddenly, Voldemort had reappeared, only to spot the Ministry officials that were beginning to appear, grab Bellatrix and Disapparate.

"Harry, Harry are you alright?" Sirius asked softy as the boy woke up.

"S-Sirius? Are you really there?" Harry asked, sure he was either dead or imagining his godfather.

"Yes, Pup, it's me. I'm not dead." At this Harry's eyes widened and he flung himself at Sirius.

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