Title: Waltz for the Moon
summary: Sirius is allowed one month to return to the living but he must do so in a different body. In finding true love, it will revive him and break the curse but will all be the same when the time is up?
warnings: male x male, AU of Sirius's death.
established pairings: Hermione/Ron, Blaise/Draco.
disclaimers: not mine
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"Sometimes I wish I had never met you because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there." -from Good Will Hunting
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"You may open your eyes now." The euphonious tones permeated Sirius's eternal slumber, icy lapis oculates shuddering open and trying to focus in on the owner of such a dulcet voice. Immediately his eyes widened. This was the Potter's gardens. Sirius used to come here all the time when he was still a boy so he could escape the pressures of life. Towards the tall hedges was the swing that was magically charmed to keep rocking, depending on it's user's mood. The swing used to gently sway him to sleep when he was a child. The various flowers were all in full bloom attracting numerous species of bees and butterlies, going about their daily chores. The trees' limbs were wafting in the breeze as the noon sun beat harmoniously onto the paradise; Sirius's sanctuary. It almost felt like this was real and not the illusion it had to be. The Potter's were deceased and the manor had been ransacked by the Death Eaters. Sirius was dead as well. There wasn't a logical explanation for the gardens.
Suddenly a woman dissolved from thin air, face bathed in a warmth and kindness that instantly calmed Sirius, almost as if she was plucking at his heart strings. He couldn't describe the effects that that serene smile did to him. All he knew was that he was in the presence of a heavenly being. "Are you an angel?" Sirius asked before he thought, afraid he might offend her.
"I would prefer to call myself Moira but I am flattered you would regard me as an angel." Moira placed a hand on Sirius's arm, leading him towards the swing with graceful steps. Sirius was silent, glancing at the woman every so often. He was in the prescence of a goddess. He was walking beside of Fate herself. In legends, Moira directed the fate of mankind but once the earth became populated, she created three sisters to oversee what she had done by herself. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Moira only intervened if she found the decision to be unfair.
"You must wonder why I have summoned you from beyond the Veil." Sirius raised a brow at that. Moira read his mind, smiling softly at him. "Bellatrix did not kill you Sirius or you would be with Hades now. She used a spell that would slowly petrify your body unless it was prevented by some other means."
"Why would she do that?"
"She knew that you would become a ghost so instead she decided that you would be suspended into a state of petrification so you would never return to that plane of existence. Should the spell finish, you will be sent to Tartarus. It can only be done when a blood moon has risen in its zenith." Moira tenderly stroked the flesh underneath her fingers, feeling the chill bumps. "It's in one month."
Sirius stared at the distant stone manor wrought with ivy. The occasional blink was the only movement from him. This was why he hadn't passed to the next demension. He, of course, had wondered about why he was able to see and hear the spirits but not able to join them. It made sense now. Moira's earlier words filled him with a brief hope. "You said unless the petrification of my body could be prevented by other means. What other means?"
"Bellatrix disturbed the natural thread of your life. You are not supposed to die for another century." Sirius's entrails were invaded with the flapping wings of spastic butterflies. Moira turned those preculiar ruby eyes on him and he trembled underneath that gaze. "Your thread simply ceased spinning but Atropos did not cut it. There was a layer of molding stopping it from continuing with its natural activity. Try as we might, we could not remove it." She folded her arms in the wide sleeves of her robes. "I searched my memories only to discover the truth. This spell can only be removed one way. Through the power of true love."
Shaking his head in disbelief, Sirius crossed the dias to steady himself against the well. Moira was beside him with an expression of concern and understanding. Sirius had not been known to believe in love. He toyed with people's emotions and scoffed at the very idea of soulmates. "It's not going to work." Sirius turned his blank visage towards Moira. "I dont even know what love feels like. How am I supposed to find it in a month when I dont believe in it?"
Moira placed her palm over his heart. "You will know. I believe in you and I know that you can overcome the odds. I have faith in you, Sirius Black. You will not, however, be able to return to the land of the living in your own body, I'm afraid." Sirius furrowed his brows, mind leaping with questions. Patience coming from millenia of dealing with mortals and their trials and tribulations shone forth. "It would not bode well on your former friends to see you in case you fail in your mission, would it not? You will be provided with a body but everything else you will control. Your mind, heart, and soul will be using the body as a vessel. Should you accomplish this task and fall in love, you will be returned to your own body. I do not need to warn you of what should happen if you tell those around you the truth."
The glint in the blood red eyes had Sirius nodding. "I won't but who will I be and what will I look like? I dont understand."
The goddess of fate rose upon the air currents accompanied by several wind nymphs. "I have spoken with a mortal regarding you. He is the only one who knows the truth about you." Sirius internally knew that it was Albus she was speaking of. A slight nod from the beautiful goddess told him it was so. "However, he has been warned not to interfere. He will act like he does not know you and you will not speak with him about your situation. Your alias is Cephalus Euterpe, a man sent from the Ministry of Magic in order to oversee the runnings of the school for a month and report back to Cornelius Fudge. When you return to you'll be on Platform nine and three quarters. The best of luck, Sirius Black." With that, Moira vanished in a flash of brilliant light and Sirius blacked out.
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Next chapter: When Sirius comes to.
Review, please. ^_^
summary: Sirius is allowed one month to return to the living but he must do so in a different body. In finding true love, it will revive him and break the curse but will all be the same when the time is up?
warnings: male x male, AU of Sirius's death.
established pairings: Hermione/Ron, Blaise/Draco.
disclaimers: not mine
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"Sometimes I wish I had never met you because then I could go to sleep at night not knowing there was someone like you out there." -from Good Will Hunting
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"You may open your eyes now." The euphonious tones permeated Sirius's eternal slumber, icy lapis oculates shuddering open and trying to focus in on the owner of such a dulcet voice. Immediately his eyes widened. This was the Potter's gardens. Sirius used to come here all the time when he was still a boy so he could escape the pressures of life. Towards the tall hedges was the swing that was magically charmed to keep rocking, depending on it's user's mood. The swing used to gently sway him to sleep when he was a child. The various flowers were all in full bloom attracting numerous species of bees and butterlies, going about their daily chores. The trees' limbs were wafting in the breeze as the noon sun beat harmoniously onto the paradise; Sirius's sanctuary. It almost felt like this was real and not the illusion it had to be. The Potter's were deceased and the manor had been ransacked by the Death Eaters. Sirius was dead as well. There wasn't a logical explanation for the gardens.
Suddenly a woman dissolved from thin air, face bathed in a warmth and kindness that instantly calmed Sirius, almost as if she was plucking at his heart strings. He couldn't describe the effects that that serene smile did to him. All he knew was that he was in the presence of a heavenly being. "Are you an angel?" Sirius asked before he thought, afraid he might offend her.
"I would prefer to call myself Moira but I am flattered you would regard me as an angel." Moira placed a hand on Sirius's arm, leading him towards the swing with graceful steps. Sirius was silent, glancing at the woman every so often. He was in the prescence of a goddess. He was walking beside of Fate herself. In legends, Moira directed the fate of mankind but once the earth became populated, she created three sisters to oversee what she had done by herself. Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos. Moira only intervened if she found the decision to be unfair.
"You must wonder why I have summoned you from beyond the Veil." Sirius raised a brow at that. Moira read his mind, smiling softly at him. "Bellatrix did not kill you Sirius or you would be with Hades now. She used a spell that would slowly petrify your body unless it was prevented by some other means."
"Why would she do that?"
"She knew that you would become a ghost so instead she decided that you would be suspended into a state of petrification so you would never return to that plane of existence. Should the spell finish, you will be sent to Tartarus. It can only be done when a blood moon has risen in its zenith." Moira tenderly stroked the flesh underneath her fingers, feeling the chill bumps. "It's in one month."
Sirius stared at the distant stone manor wrought with ivy. The occasional blink was the only movement from him. This was why he hadn't passed to the next demension. He, of course, had wondered about why he was able to see and hear the spirits but not able to join them. It made sense now. Moira's earlier words filled him with a brief hope. "You said unless the petrification of my body could be prevented by other means. What other means?"
"Bellatrix disturbed the natural thread of your life. You are not supposed to die for another century." Sirius's entrails were invaded with the flapping wings of spastic butterflies. Moira turned those preculiar ruby eyes on him and he trembled underneath that gaze. "Your thread simply ceased spinning but Atropos did not cut it. There was a layer of molding stopping it from continuing with its natural activity. Try as we might, we could not remove it." She folded her arms in the wide sleeves of her robes. "I searched my memories only to discover the truth. This spell can only be removed one way. Through the power of true love."
Shaking his head in disbelief, Sirius crossed the dias to steady himself against the well. Moira was beside him with an expression of concern and understanding. Sirius had not been known to believe in love. He toyed with people's emotions and scoffed at the very idea of soulmates. "It's not going to work." Sirius turned his blank visage towards Moira. "I dont even know what love feels like. How am I supposed to find it in a month when I dont believe in it?"
Moira placed her palm over his heart. "You will know. I believe in you and I know that you can overcome the odds. I have faith in you, Sirius Black. You will not, however, be able to return to the land of the living in your own body, I'm afraid." Sirius furrowed his brows, mind leaping with questions. Patience coming from millenia of dealing with mortals and their trials and tribulations shone forth. "It would not bode well on your former friends to see you in case you fail in your mission, would it not? You will be provided with a body but everything else you will control. Your mind, heart, and soul will be using the body as a vessel. Should you accomplish this task and fall in love, you will be returned to your own body. I do not need to warn you of what should happen if you tell those around you the truth."
The glint in the blood red eyes had Sirius nodding. "I won't but who will I be and what will I look like? I dont understand."
The goddess of fate rose upon the air currents accompanied by several wind nymphs. "I have spoken with a mortal regarding you. He is the only one who knows the truth about you." Sirius internally knew that it was Albus she was speaking of. A slight nod from the beautiful goddess told him it was so. "However, he has been warned not to interfere. He will act like he does not know you and you will not speak with him about your situation. Your alias is Cephalus Euterpe, a man sent from the Ministry of Magic in order to oversee the runnings of the school for a month and report back to Cornelius Fudge. When you return to you'll be on Platform nine and three quarters. The best of luck, Sirius Black." With that, Moira vanished in a flash of brilliant light and Sirius blacked out.
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Next chapter: When Sirius comes to.
Review, please. ^_^