A/n: I know it's been a while with this one, but it's taken alot of time to type this up and make it feel right. Please enjoy. *bow*

Death - the last sleep? No… it's the final awakening.

I can feel myself move… I can hear what I shouldn't. Snape… he's blushing as I walk by. Professor McGonagall smiles at me, I smile back… is this a dream? Last I checked it was night fall… I had to be in my room. No… it's dark outside. Night has fallen.

In the darkness stood an abandoned train station, it was sagging from age, and it was mostly blocked off by a chain link fence. Against this fence rested Sirius, this long black hair pulled back into a pony tail and his silver eyes dull. He wasn't lost in this new world, no, he was more familiar with it then most of the people who lived here. He knew all of the history, and more of the future then any historian. The click of a lighter could be heard as he lit a cigarette with a quick snap of the lighter. He drew a drag from the fag and started to breath it out as he spoke, "How long has it been since I was here last? What was the new station then is the old station now. It's a bit surreal."

"Steven!" Sirius looked down at the radio next to him and rolled his eyes.

"It's Sirius, Corporal."

A gravely voice came from the radio again, " Never mind that! There's this little thing called 'tact'." Sirius silently wondered where the Corporal was going with this.

He sighed, "What are you talking about now?"

"This afternoon! You saw that boys face! He was heartbroken when you left him behind! You didn't need to be that harsh with him!" Sirius thought back to the boy. The soft tawny hair and those rich amber eyes… no… they were gold. The boy was a looker, a beauty among most. Sirius pulled his cigarette out of his lips and looked at the radio.

"Look. If I hadn't done it, then I'd be stuck with him. Being around living human's is a pain, they're never around for long enough." the radio's voice became agitated.

"That has nothing to with it! Damnit boy! Somewhere in your life time you left behind the words 'patience' and 'compassion'!" Sirius looked away as his past ran threw his mind.

"I've had a long life, I've lost more people in my life then most people will ever lose in theirs." the Corporal was silent.

"Steven…….." Sirius quickly shushed the radio and looked to the side again. An old woman sat there. She wore a torn up rose print dress and a deep, blood red shawl. On her hands were dainty fingerless gloves and in her eyes shown a memory that made Sirius wonder if she'd known him.

"You… you are a Death Eater… aren't you?" he looked away, his proverbial heart clenching in his chest, "Have you come here to take me away to the next life? Oh… these nights are getting harder and harder. I would be happier if I died before the winter." Sirius took a drag of his cigarette.

"I'm not the grim reaper." the woman nodded and looked up dreamily.

"I know…" she lifted her left hand, "Come… take my hand." Sirius hesitated. Grief and agony shadowed his face.

The voice of the Corporal spoke, "Go to her…" Sirius walked slowly to the elderly woman and took her hand gently. She smiled at him and memory lit up her eyes.

"How clear those days are. Look at my hands. They have become ugly and useless through these hard eighty years. Your hands never change… such strong hands. I was a child back then, but I remember it well. The dashing parade they held in honor of your troop's triumphant return. The Pope saying grace as you all bowed at his feet. The beauty of your uniforms. I saw it on a video transmission."

Sirius nodded, "Those days are long gone."

The woman cupped his cheeks, "Since when do Death Eaters speak like that? Back then, you were the saviors of the war. Yes, time has passed, and our generation is just about gone. Soon, history will be legend and you will no longer exist. Now, the only ones who can say how stupid the war was, are you… the Death Eaters." the woman's hands slid back into her lap and her eyes slid closed.

Sirius stood up in anger, "Don't go making it my job to pass on history! You say whatever the hell you want, you leave your will and then… YOU GO AND DIE!" he clamed and slid back to his knees, "Try to think how I feel when everything is forced on me. You maybe satisfied to go off and die, but your leaving the wrong person in charge of your will… Minerva." he stood and close his eyes.

"STEVEN!" Sirius spun around to see a beautiful figure bathed in moon light. Coppery hair shone and golden eyes burned him. A black school uniform alerted him as to who it was. The neck lace for the radio looped around the person's arm, only to be caught by the hand, "STEVEN!" Sirius waited for the right time to move.

'It's the boy from earlier… what's he doing here?' Remus turned and ran. Sirius growled before following, "Wait!! What are you doing with the Corporal!?" just as Sirius reached out, the boy ducked down and through a hole in the chain link, "Hey!" 'Slipping through this tinny whole. Damn it!' Then the boy began to giggle.

A soft tinkling laugh that didn't match the boy at all. Then Sirius noticed it. How a new form showed itself to him. Short black hair, green eyes and blood on the left side… 'The ghost from this afternoon.' The anger pumped in his vanes and then he felt the rumble, that one rumble that told him everything, 'A train is coming… don't tell me…' Remus' body danced on the tracks, looking ever inch a Death Eater with that smirk. Sirius tried to get through the hole, it wasn't working.

"Sirius! The Death Eaters don't die if they get hit by a train, right?! Did you know…?! I got hit by a train! I got hit by a train and died!" that laugh again. Sirius broke through the fence, but the Corporal had broken out of the radio. James was pushed from Remus' body and the boy fell to the ground. Sirius felt panic for the first time in a long time. Remus was right on the tracks.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING, CORPORAL!?" Sirius grabbed Remus just in time and threw him back against the fence. He ran to grab the radio, just as the train came to that section. All Remus could hear was the sound of the trains whistle blowing. He couldn't even hear the body being hit.

a/n: I love this plot, but it's not really mine. Well, I'm going to be changing some of it and add to things but who knows until it's done. Thank you for reading. *bow*