"In case you never get a second chance, don't be afraid!"

"And what if you do get a second chance?"

"You take it."

C. Joy Bell C.

Prologue

All Sirius knew was blackness. He had no sense of time, no idea how long he had been drifting in the dark, only that it was a nice sort of drifting, drifting that could make one content to simply drift forever. And maybe he would have, if suddenly he hadn't felt a pulling on his navel, much like apparating, which he knew he was not doing, right? He'd know if he was willingly apparating, but then wouldn't he know why he was drifting in darkness too? Just when Sirius thought he would never get the answers he was seeking, he was hit with the sensation of being pulled through something and suddenly he was no longer in the dark.

But where was he? Looking around him, he discovered that he was in a large rounded room, it was empty, except for the doors that lined the walls. It was as he was debating which door to go through, and wishing for a sign of some sort, when one suddenly lit up. Well he did ask for a sign, he thought and moved towards the door. He entered the room and was greeted by yet another empty room, just as he was about to release a stream of his favourite curse words, a door at the end of the room opened.

"Welcome, Sirius." A short, greying, old man, wearing a long white robe entered the room. Sirius went into attack mode, was he a Death Eater?

"I understand this must all be a little confusing." The man said, his voice was kind and instantly put Sirius at ease.

"Do you remember what happened, Sirius?" The man asked when Sirius had still not said anything. Sirius was just about to bite out a witty remark about of course he knew how he hadn't gotten there, when it occurred him, that not only did he not know how he had gotten there, he also had no idea where here was!

"No." He eyed the man warily, maybe he was wrong to be comforted by the man's kind voice, maybe this was Voldermort's idea of a joke!

"You died, Sirius." Died! NO! He couldn't have died, Harry needed him! But then thoughts of duelling Bellatrix in the Ministry popped into his head, the moment she had gotten the upper hand, falling backwards, knowing he was going to die... He was dead.

"Is this... What is this place?" Sirius asked, still trying to come to the terms with the fact that he had left Harry once again. How Lily and James could had trusted him with Harry when he had done nothing but leave him since they had died. Wait! James. Lily. If this was the afterlife, could that mean he would see them again?!

"This is limbo, Sirius. It is the plane between worlds."

"Why am I here, if I'm dead shouldn't I be in my afterlife?"

"Yes, and you still can be, if you choose it." The man said, placing his fingers together in a way that reminded Sirius of Dumbledore.

"I have a choice?" He asked, confusion running rampant in his mind. Would James and Lily have chosen differently? Would he really never see them again? And what about Harry and Remus, would he never get the chance to tell them goodbye, to tell them how much they meant to him?

"Yes, Sirius, a choice. I am offering you the opportunity to either move on to the afterlife and live the rest of your days in peace. Or instead you may choose to put right what has been wrong for far too long."

"Put right?" What did he mean? Did it mean he might get a chance to go back and live again? What was it about old robed men and talking in riddles?!

"Yes, Sirius, you will have the opportunity to return to your youth and try and change the future for the better." His youth, as in his years at Hogwarts, as in getting to see James and Remus again?!

"I could go back and stop Lily and James from dying, you mean?" Sirius held his breath in anticipation, could this really be happening?

"If you chose to, yes."

"Then I chose that."Sirius blurted.

"Sirius you must understand this, there is a chance that things may not change at all. Voldermort will still rise to power and when he does, people will still die. You'd be giving up a peaceful afterlife for things that even I can't foresee." Sirius heard the words, he did, but he didn't care. A chance to go back to his Hogwarts days, to see James again and to be with Remus, before he had been jaded by the loss of his best friends. He could give Harry the opportunity to grow up with his parents. Maybe he could even stop Peter from betraying them?

"I know what I'm giving up, but I also know that I would be giving up a lot more if I didn't take this chance!" Sirius honestly couldn't remember the last time he had felt so passionate about something. He needed this chance; he needed to give his friends the happy futures they deserved.

"Ok then, if this is what you wish. Good luck Sirius Black." And before he could utter another word, his world went black once more.

AN: Is thinking of possibly making this a Sirius/Remus fic and would love to know if people think I should?

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