A/N--Hello all who might read my story. I've been writing for years and I've read all sorts of things on but I've never posted here, so here goes. I hope you enjoy it. You can comment if you like it, or not ;).
Harry Potter, or in this case Sirius Black is property of J.K Rowling, who is really good at creating really great characters! GO HER! Enjoy my rather short story.
Triumph welled up beside his exhilaration for the fight, he aimed a shot at her, smiling with confidence and--
He felt as if he was falling deeper and deeper down the blackest of holes. His heart ceased to beat and he could not see or feel and the air inside his lungs was forced out in a sharp short push. The only thing was screaming. Someone was yelling his name.
He landed, he knew he had fallen far enough to kill him. He felt nothing. Then a feeling of the most intense calm swept over him. Warm pleasurable sensations were creeping into his fingers and toes, slipping inside him and tingling throughout his entire body. He was on a wool rug, and the fibers tickled his nose. He sat up and found that it took no effort at all.
He was in a small cozy house. It was warm with a crackling fire and all seemed to be glowing with the comfort and warmth. There was snow outside and the streets were crowded with holiday shoppers. He leaned to look into the next room. The scent of cookies wafted into his mind and he recognized the recipe instantly. It was the chocolate chip-coconut cookies that Lily made at Christmas time. She and James were talking happily. The idea of embracing them swelled up and filled him with anticipation. He would see them soon.
He got up and opened the door, peering outside at the happy people. He stepped off the small front porch. He knew that he could go to the street, mingle with everyone, talk to anyone, and he would have no fear.
No one knew who Voldemort was and no one knew the name Sirius Black.