*NEASI*
Sirius Black, last male of the line of black, godfather to Harry Potter And escaped inmate of the notorious Azkaban prison blinked in shock as the red spell hit him square in the chest, freezing his body as he tumbled backwards, he felt the soft touch of The Veil and the gentle whispers as he passed through.
There was screaming, and cold, and darkness.
He felt himself drifting, fading, being carried away by the currents in this odd formless place.
The whispers surrounding him seemed to grow more urgent for a moment.
Before a pulse of green light ripped him from his place in the current and sent the mage tumbling to the hard stone floor below.
"Why are you doing this? You of all people"
Groaning in pain Sirius blinked at the flickering lights from beneath the rough hewn wooden door drew his attention, with an effort he forced himself to his knees and tried to listen past the thundering of his own labored breathing.
"Now is the hour of our Victory"
Sirius rolled his eyes in contempt at whoever or what ever was currently monologuing, "I bet ten Galleons that whoever that is will be the bad guy." he mumbled to himself as he forced his way up to his feet and took a stumbling step towards the door.
"keep the sacrifice still" the the Monologuer said once more as the hair on the back of sirius' neck stood on end, he didn't need that to tell him that someone was playing with a very nasty bit of magic.
"Someone Help Me!"
The next two steps where more of a stumble that ended with him hitting the door at speed and flung them open for a fraction of a second his mind froze as he stared at the scene before him, several armored individuals were busy levitating an older woman in full church regalia as a horribly mutated being seemed to be sucking the life energy out of her.
Mental Checklist: Soldiers holding an old woman hostage, Check. Mutated giant acting out random vague threatening geriatric vampire fantasy, Check and eew. Old woman begging for help despite impossible odds, Check.
Conclusion: Time to be the Big Damn Hero.
As the doors hit the far wall with a slam Sirius pointed his wand at the assembled villains "REDUCTO!" With a shouted spell Sirius entered the fray.
Or he would have if anything had happened, he felt his magic react for a split second before his wand spluttered out a few random sparks.
Needless to say the next word was not so much a spell even though it did qualify as a curse.
Snapping his wand out again in the proper manner Sirius tried again "CONFRINGO, CONFINDUS, DIFFINDO MOTHER FUCKING INCENDIO!" he shouted becoming more panicked with each spell that refused to respond.
Any further effort on his part was stalled as the Sacrifice used her captors distraction to break free of her captors spell for a moment and knocked the mutants balls off, well ball, more of an orb really and sent the sphere bouncing in his direction.
Forgoing his wand sirius opted to dive for the orb, thankful for his time on the quidditch pitch as his hand wrapped around the ball for a moment.
Then the pain started.
He would like to say that after all the dark curses he had endured that he took it like a man, and that would be true if the man had been subjected to a battalion of steel helmed dwarves headbutting him in the jollies, the fact of the matter was on contact with the giants ball he had screamed in pain curled up and desperately wished the world away.
the explosion that soon followed did little more than add a new flavor to the pain.
*NEASI*
several eternities later Sirius awoke With a pounding headache a feeling that he had been cruciod one too many times and the rather odd taste of Lemon pepper fish in his mouth.
Pulling off the tattered remains of his suit jacket Sirius shook his head and looked around for any discernible marks of where you might be.
The odd wispy environment surrounding him was disconcerting, but he took the large spire with the Old woman he had tried to help atop it as a good sign.
Shaking his head once again Sirius began to stumble is way up the steep incline, scrambling over the rocks as a sense of urgency added strength to his otherwise exhausted limbs.
"Hurry! The Demons!"
"Demons?" Sirius muttered in confusion as he wondered what the woman was on about, everyone knew demons were a myth, even the dementors were nothing more than dark creatures and had a perfectly logical explanation for their creation according to the rules of magic.
Scrabbling sound of multiple feet behind him though Told a far different story, while his logical mind wanted to say that demons were a myth, every other fiber of his being was screaming at him that whatever was coming up Past behind him was as unnatural as anything could get.
His hands were bloody and raw as he launched himself over the stones and up the face of the nearly sheer cliff face, pulling himself to the top with the aid of the older woman Sirius was delighted to see a ripple or scar in the face of the unnatural environment, A tear that seem to lead to a far more natural place.
Grabbing the older woman by the hand Sirius sprinted for the safety of the other world, his exhaustion and pain forgotten in the rush of adrenaline that flowed through his veins.
Reaching the very threshold Sirius was jerked to a halt as something massive grabbed his designated Damsel in Distress at the very cusp of safety.
Spinning around as he held her hand Sirius resisted the urge to scream at the spider like being, larger than even Aragog with tentacles dripping from it's mouth, one of which had wrapped itself tightly around the DiD's leg and was pulling her towards it slavering maw.
Ignoring the women's urging for him to flee Sirius pointed his wand at the beasts face and scowled.
He didn't know where he was, or why he was here, he had no clue why his magic refuse to work as it should.
But what he did know, was that he was sirius black, he had failed to save his friend, he had failed to capture the traitor Pettigrew, he had spent over a decade in the frozen hell of Azkaban prison being tormented by Dementors, he had failed his godson.
He would not Fail Here.
Pointing is near useless wand into the face of the arch demon ought back to the night Harry had driven off over a hundred Dementors, the pride in his Godsons success, the joy of his freedom and the excitement of escaping the kiss on the back of a Hippogriff. "Expecto Patronum"
The blast of pure Emotive energy in what ever strange world he found himself in overloaded his wand, shattering it into a thousand pieces as the Patronum rocketed out from him and hit the house sized arachnid with the force of a freight train, ripping it from it's perch and casting the beast into the darkness below.
Casting the ruined wand aside Sirius helped the older woman up, cursing as he saw her mangled leg he stumbled through the darkness and through the scar between worlds.
His last sight before he blacked out completely was of several armed guardsmen rushing towards him before he drifted off into unconsciousness.
*NEASI*
Sirius awoke in a far too familiar place, laying on the frozen stone floor as the clink of cold chains covered his wrists.
For a brief moment he had the horrible thought that he was back in Azkaban, the soft whisper of cloth moving nearby was enough to wake him in the terror fueled thought that a Dementor was near.
Sitting up Sirius glanced around frantically before settling down, while he was imprisoned the chamber he was in was nothing like Azkaban, glancing down at the stocks across his wrists the wizards gaze was drawn to the odd green glow his left hand emitted.
The snapping his seemed to coincide with something else, for a moment it almost felt familiar.
His musings were interrupted by the entrance of several soldiers and a pair of rather intimidating females.
Sirius blinked at the duo as they circled him warily, he felt a smile grow "Definitely better than Dementors" he mumbled before a shove to the back of the head reminded him to work on that whole 'Mind to mouth filter' Remus had told him about over the years.
"Give me one good reason why we shouldn't kill you now" the first woman said in a heavily accented tone as he shadowed companion watched from the background, it was a tactic he had seen James use during his time as an Auror, one to question and press while the other observed.
Glancing up at his interrogator Sirius came to several conclusions, first the armor, weapons and scars indicated that she was deadly 'no pun intended' serious and second her carriage and self assured stance told of being raised in a life of structure, he had seen the like in several of the purebloods that joined the DMLE during the war.
"Because it would be rude." Sirius said with a grin that he had perfected explaining his pranks to McGonagall back at Hogwarts.
In a flash he found himself sprawled out on the ground with the bruisers hands around his neck as she sneered at him in contempt. "The Conclave is destroyed, nearly everyone is dead and we find you laying next to the Divine and covered in her blood" she growled before a touch on the shoulder from her companion brought the warrior back under control. "Your jokes are in ill humor, explain yourself."
Coughing a bit at the sudden violence Sirius made a mental note to himself that just because he could get under someone's skin, didn't mean that he should do so. "Very well then, in order I am Sirius Orion Black, of the Ancient and Noble house of Black, I was in a fight, I got hit by a spell and the next thing i know i'm Somewhere else with someone calling out for help, Silly me i helped and once again end up in chains for doing the right thing." Sirius said holding up the stocks for emphasis as the guards shifted nervously.
"You dare-" she started before another voice cut into the proceedings.
"Enough"
Glancing up Sirius actually smiled at the Damsel in Distress he had managed to save earlier as she hobbled into the room.
Immediately his interrogator and the silent watchers demeanor changed "Divine Justinia, please you are-"
"Alive Cassandra," Justinia said interrupting her guardian once again as she made her way down to Sirius "I am alive because of him, he placed himself in harms way not once but twice, niether time was he required to do so," the Divine explained as she took a seat and rested the still horribly mangled leg that was evidence of her run in with a greater demon.
"But" Cassandra started and trailed off, glancing at her friend for support she continued "His mark is reacting to the breach" she challenged as the older figure nodded.
"He interrupted a dark ceremony, his mark is burned into him from the focusing orb the Arch-Demon was using," Justinia explained before taking a laboured breath at the exertion from the last three days "He is now bound to the breach and to all the tears in the veil."
Growing tired of being talked about Sirius finally entered the conversation "And that means what exactly?"
"I believe it means that you are the key to closing the breach and bringing peace back to our land." Divine Justinia explained as Sirius blinked in shock.
"Wait, you're saying 'I' am the hero?" Sirius said incredulously before shaking his head frantically "No no no no no, I don't think you understand, I'm the plucky humorous side kick, the dashing good looking rogue that gets the girl and then gets smacked for it, I DON'T HAVE THE HAIR TO BE A HERO!"
At his panicked comment the Divine and Cassandra both smiled at his reaction before they schooled their reaction and turned to face him.
"Despite your protests the maker choose you to save me, you to escape the fade and you to be marked with the ability to close the breach in the veil" Justinia said as she arched an eyebrow "If that is not enough for me to call you a champion of Andraste than your efforts to save me in the fade is." the Divine said before turning to her two companions "Leliana will escort me to the forward camp, there is much i must get done and little time to do it. Cassandra will escort our friend to the Rift, I have procured the aid of a mage to assist in it's closing."
(A/N) I do not own Harry Potter or Dragon Age: Inquisition.
