Darkness. Unfathomably black with no light, no hope in sight.
Silence, disturbed only by the faint movement of air caused by the fluttering of a tattered veil and by indistinguishable whispers.
An icy cold. The warmth of sunlight had never touched this peculiar place. In fact, no living beings had been here in almost five years. ("five years, what a surprise!")
But then…
Tendrils of light were escaping from behind the veil, which was now moving almost violently. The whispers grew louder, and had anyone conscious been inside the Death Chamber at that moment, they would swear they heard terrified shouting from a crowd of desperately scared people.
One would think the commotion in the room might have sent people running in, especially as it was a supposedly high-security government building. Alas, nobody came, because the general consensus of most employees, even among the Unspeakables, was that this was a place to be avoided. The few who would have found themselves willing to investigate were tucked away safely in their homes. Well they were safe in the physical sense. Mentally…one cannot hide from the demons that launch their twisted attacks from inside the mind.
But now...now, there was a being inside this room. A living, shallowly breathing, dirty and unconscious being. A man.
A man who looked nearly emaciated; a man whose tattoos were peeking through his tattered robes; a man whose midnight black hair was a tangled mess.
A man by the name of Sirius Black.
AN: Well, I hope you likey? Review and let me know, and I shall bestow upon you a mighty cookie! :3. Really though, let me know if this is any good, if I should continue, and if there are any errors.
(aside from the shortness; I hope to have a much longer Chapter 1 up either later today or sometime tomorrow. That is, if you guys think this is worth going on with).