Hi, I'm back again. And I'm here with a crossover, which I hope you'll all enjoy. My muses finally convinced me start writing this down, and here is the result.

As always, I don't own either the Warcraft games or Harry Potter. The plot and OCs are mine, though. The first part of this story is an extract from the fifth Harry Potter book, from which this tale begins. It and all other extracts that I might use in the future will be written in bold. The usual rules for normal story text and thoughts will apply here.

1 – Death

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

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing – Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second...

Sirius didn't reappear.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!"

He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius might be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out... But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry-"

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"

"-it's too late, Harry."

"We can still reach him-" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go..

"There's nothing you can do, Harry... nothing... he's gone."

The first thing he heard was whispering. It sounded as though he had been crammed into a a room packed with people who didn't want to be overheard. He also discovered that the floor wasn't the stone platform he had been standing on not five minutes prior. Sirius found himself lying on a patch of grass; opening his eyes he saw a strange, vaporous mist enveloping the air around him, too thin to be considered fog.

Sirius stared at the sky, perplexed. How did he get to be outside, and was there a storm coming? Everything around him appeared to be grey, like some old, faded photograph. The whispering grew louder. Sirius jumped to his feet and whirled around.

"Who's there?" He called out into the mist nervously.

Sirius found his wand lying beside his foot in the grass. He bent to retrieve it and held it out before him, wondering what he might encounter in this strange place.

A rustling sound to his left had him peering out into a wall of trees up ahead of him, eyes scanning for movement. He was in a clearing of some sort, surrounded by large trees that dwarfed the ones he was familiar with from the forbidden forest. Sirius suddenly felt very small; he could barely see beyond the light afforded to him from the patch of sky overhead.

"Come..."

A soft voice carried through the trees, putting Sirius back on high alert. He was unsure of where the sound was coming from; it seemed to be from everywhere at once.

Another rustling sound told him to turn around, whereupon he found himself faced with a very strange sight. A hooded woman stood before him, her expression betraying absolutely nothing about her intentions. Sirius was shocked to discover that this girl wasn't human; a pair of snow-white wings sprouted from her back. The wings appeared to be about as long as she was tall.

"Hello?" Sirius called hesitantly, unsure of the creature standing there with him. "Can you help me?"

The woman looked at him impassively, her face giving no hint that she acknowledged his presence at all.

"Excuse me," he tried again, lowering his wand. "I really need some help, here."

"Wizard," She whispered, with the same soft voice he had heard just moments before. "It is not yet your time."

"What do you mean?" Sirius asked, bewildered at the cryptic words.

"It is not your time," She repeated, as if She hadn't heard his question. The winged woman raised an arm, pointing directly at him.

"You are here in both body and spirit," She stated monotonously. "I cannot send you back to where you were from-" The hand lowered.

"Wait," Sirius spluttered. "What?"

"-but I can return you to the Land of the Living," the woman continued, as if he hadn't interrupted.

"Land of the-" Sirius' eyes widened.

The woman spoke again, this time Her voice was louder, almost at a normal talking level.

"This is the Spirit World, human," She drawled humourlessly. "Only the souls of the dead are granted safe passage here."

Her arm lifted again.

"It is not yet your time, mortal. You do not belong here." The soft voice became steely as She spoke the words a third time.

"What happens now?" Sirius asked her. "How do I get out, or get back?"

The immortal being regarded him silently for a moment, unaffected by the panicked edge that was slowly creeping into Sirius' voice.

"Please," he begged Her. "I have to get back. There's a war going on; they need me there! Harry needs me!"

The woman's face didn't change; Her gaze was unyielding as stone, yet it seemed to look both at him and through him simultaneously.

"I cannot send you back to where you were from," She said again, Her voice reverting to its former whispering tones. "I can return you to the Land of the Living."

"Then what?"

"Find an esteemed escort," She replied tonelessly. "They shall help to guide you home."

Sirius' eyes brightened at the thought. The was hope for him after all! He schooled his face into a notably less excited expression.

"Where will I find this escort?" he asked.

"They shall find you," She told him. "This is not yet your time, Wizard. The world has much more in wait of you, with many a trouble on the road ahead."

Sirius blinked at her name for him, surprised. The winged woman's arms rose before her, palms facing him.

"Heed my warning, mortal, and ye shall find the path you seek."

She began to fade, her words somehow managing to reach him in his confusion at this sudden turn of events.

"It is not yet your time," She called out softly. "Good luck, Wizard..."

And the world's colours swarmed around him before everything went black.