Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, characters or places. That honor goes to J. K. Rowling and her literary genius.

Tada! Here is the interlude, to make up for not being able to update for an extra week. And what do you think of my version of the Veil? I like to think its nice and happy there, but it needed to be this way for the sole purpose of making Sirius remember it. And it makes a bit more sense in my mind. :P

Interlude:

Dreaming of the Veil

Sirius shot up trembling and panting heavily. Remus sat up a bit slower from where he had been sleeping, curled up against Sirius' side. He yawned and watched the other man tremble for about another minute before taking action and scooting even closer to him.

"Siri?" He asked gently, tenderly rubbing circles in Sirius' back. The dark-haired man didn't reply immediately, opting to calm his breathing before he attempted to speak.

"I'm-I'm okay, now, Remy." He leaned into the werewolf's warmth and closed his eyes. He knew he wouldn't be able to get back to sleep anytime soon, though. Not after that dream.

"What happened?" Remus' soothing voice surrounded him and he surrendered to it for the first time in a long time.

"I think I dreamed of what happened when I was behind the Veil." Sirius whispered tentatively, flinching when Remus' usually smooth motions paused for a split second before continuing.

"You think?" He urged Sirius to go on.

"I'm not sure. All I know for sure is that I'm surrounded by darkness for a short time. I . . . can't remember the rest very well." Still hesitant, he shivered at what little he could recall coherently.

"You want to talk about it?" Remus asked shyly and wrapped both arms around Sirius' neck.

"Yea, I do." He felt Remus loosen and knew he had given the answer that would abate any worries the tawny-eyed man had.

Silence reigned for several minutes as Sirius gathered his thoughts. They were too muddled for his tastes. Even when he had been pulling spur-of-the-minute pranks on Snivellus everything was planned in his head. This . . . this . . . confusion was something he despised greatly, the only thing he had never planned was meeting Remus on the train before his first year at Hogwarts. That had turned out for the best though.

"At first I'm surrounded by darkness, but soon that leaves and there's people everywhere. Some are mutilated, some have barely a scratch, and some are completely whole." He paused and wrapped his arms around the slightly smaller man's waist and buried his head into the crook of Remus' neck.

"Where they . . . the ones who had died?" Remus asked gently and Sirius was suddenly overjoyed that he had found the werewolf alone in that compartment all those years ago.

"Yea. Some attacked me, claiming I had no right to be there. There were some who tried to kill me, but I couldn't die." He stopped as violent shivers wracked his body. He practically curled up in Remus' lap in an attempt to stop the shivers.

"It's okay now, Siri. You're okay. You're here, with me and your godson again." Sirius felt lips drop on the top of his head. He took a deep breath and continued.

"I don't know for how long that went on, but eventually I was brought in front of a group that looked like out Wizengamot. I could see people I recognized out of our history texts. They asked me so many questions and I answered them as honestly as I could. I mean, I had nothing to lose," a bark of hysterical laughter left his lips before he went on, morbidly enraptured by the story he was telling, "Finally they started to talk to each other, I couldn't hear them. At the time I didn't want to. Now I wonder what they said."

"It must of been good things, you're back with us now." Remus whispered gently. Sirius didn't seem to hear him.

"Finally, they looked at me and one that looked like Dumbledore, I think it might of been Merlin, smiled at me. He something about me being there not being right and that judgment had been passed. He banged a gavel-a gavel Remus!-and next thing I know I'm waking up in the Ministry surrounded by Aurors. They told me that my name had been cleared thanks to Wormtail being stupid enough to be seen by a muggleborn witch who reported it. Testified under veritaserum too!"

He looked up to see a sight that would forever amaze him. Remus had tears in his golden eyes for the second time that day and this time it was Sirius' turn to comfort him. He pulled the smaller man into his lap this time and held him close.

"What is it Remy?" He asked quietly.

"I'm just so glad that your back." He whispered in response before leaning in the give Sirius a searing kiss, making up for all that he had inadvertently missed thanks to a spell from Bellatrix.

"Promise me you'll never leave like that again." The werewolf asked once he had pulled back.

"I promise, Remy." He smiled and tightened his grip.

"Good."

"You know what, I have the strangest memory." Sirius suddenly said in an attempt to lighten the mood.

"What?" Remus asked in curiousity.

"I think Snivellus forgave me for being an immature brat."

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Tada! Finished!

Since this was an interlude, I'll recommend a oneshot for this.

This Interlude's Recommendation Goes To:

When The Music Fades
Author: kamikumai
Pairing: Harry/Draco
Rating: M

Cya in a couple of weeks!