Raising Sirius

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. And anything in bold is taken from The Order of the Phoenix

Prolog: The Veil

"Come on, you can do better than that!" he (Sirius) yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light it him squarely in the chest.

The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.

It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch…

And Harry saw the mingled look of fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.

POV: Sirius

I was on the ground, having been pushed down somehow and was now seemingly tangled in a curtain. Even though I was rather smart for a four-year-old I couldn't seem to get untangled. I decided it would probably be for the best if I stayed still and wait for someone to help me. If I struggled I might get more tangled. Besides it was hard to move, the clothes I was wearing seem to be too large for me.

"SIRIUS! SIRIUS!" someone called. I didn't recognize that voice, so why were they calling for me.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry—" a different voice said.

The first voice, Harry, responded, "Get him, save him, he's only just gone through"

"It's too late, Harry—" the second voice said.

"We cans still reach him—" Harry said. He was right, I was just stuck here, someone just needed to untangle me.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…He's gone." the second voice said.

Were they talking about me, because I am not gone. I am just tangled in this stupid curtain, I just wanted to get untangled.

"He hasn't gone!" Harry said, yelling. Did I know this person because he seemed to be upset that he can't find me, even though I am right here, just stuck. "SIRIUS! SIRIUS!"

I tried to call out that I was right here, but I couldn't talk for some reason. Maybe the thing that knocked me down was a silencing charm.

"He can't come back, Harry. He can't come back because he's d—" the second voice said. I wasn't dead, I am just fine just tangled. They just need to walk around and find me all tangled up.

"HE-IS-NOT-DEAD! SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. He is right, I think I would know if I was dead. My body was growing frustrated being tangled up, I may be a small four-year-old but I was still tangled pretty tightly.

The yelling stopped, and I couldn't hear anything for a while. Until I heard Harry yelling again. "SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED HIM! I'LL KILL HER!"

Again with me being dead? I am not dead, I am just fine.

"Oh Harry." the second voice said.

The charm on me seemed to ware off.

"Um, can I have some help? I'm stuck!" I called out.

I heard footsteps come near until I saw the man. He had sandy blonde hair that was graying quite a lot. He had kind amber eyes and lots of scars on his face.

He stared at me, "Sirius?" I recognized the voice as the second voice was talking earlier.

"Um, yeah. Do you know me? Can you get me out?" I asked.

The man came over to me and helped me out.

"Do you know who I am?" the man asked.

"No. Am I supposed to?" I asked.

"I am Remus, Remus Lupin." the man said. "We are best friends."

"I don't know you, I'm sorry, but you are way to old to be my friend." I said.

"How old are you?" Remus asked.

"I'm four. Just turned four last week." I said.

"Well, we are in a dangerous place right now, let me take you somewhere safe." Remus said.

"Okay." I shrugged. Remus said we were friends, and he helped me out of the tangled mess of a curtain, a veil actually now that I can see it, so I figured I could trust him.