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Sirius fell.
In his last moments on Earth, he thought on all that he failed.
The Order members by losing confrontations when they most mattered – with Wormtail and now with his crazy cousin. Both times, trying to protect his last family, his godson.
He failed his brother in all but blood – James. His whole family.
Heck! He failed his brother in blood by letting him join Death Eaters, by failing to protect him from their crazy parents.
Maybe this death, being stuck for eternity in limbo when falling through Veil, being tormented forever with no way of escaping was proper punishment for his actions.
With regret weighing him down, he caught sight of Harry. Sirius knew how his godson wished for a family. A real family, with connection stronger than simple long friendship or as fickle as romance. Sirius wanted to give him all of that. But due to his circumstances he had to put it off in time.
And now? Now he was out of time and he still haven't fulfilled any of his promises.
At least Moony was still there. At the same time a bit of jealousy crept into his mind. Remus would be the one to tell Harry about his amazing parents. About the family he never knew. He will be the one to fill the parental hole in Harry's life. While Sirius will be forever the one crazy uncle, who only messed up and left behind the emptiness.
Before he could further dwell on his thoughts, however, his flight came to an end. The Veil billowed. Twisted and turned around him. Until he was no more.
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When he came to, he didn't feel anything. Not a dull ache of bones and muscles due to years spent in Azkaban and "tender" care of his guards (even after close to two years out of that hell-hole, he still was far from being fine), not an overwhelming feel of despair as an aftereffect of his exposure to Dementors for more than a decade. No, he didn't feel a thing.
Then, all the recent happenings came rushing back. The mad dash to the Ministry to save his godson. The fight with Death Eaters. And finally the Veil. So evidently, the life was not done screwing with him. Figures!
Slowly opening eyes he saw that the room he was in reminded him of the bedroom from the Potter Manor. In the centre, where he laid, a huge four-poster bed was placed. Except that, you could find a huge wardrobe standing opposite the wall and a huge window letting light of the day on the left. On the right wall, there was sole door.
Getting up from the bed he walked slowly to a wardrobe to find some clothes to put on. He had no idea what is going on, but he is not going to be caught by whatever or whoever got him there, wearing nothing but his birthday suit. He was considered rebel and liberal, but he had some standards after all. Especially when he finds himself in potentially hostile environment.
Well, for now, everything seemed to be quite peaceful, along with soft chirping of birds outside, but still, he fell through Veil. Whatever is on the other side cannot be safe, right?
To his surprise, he found the wardrobe filled with his favourite muggle clothes. He hastily dressed up and got ready to get out of the room. Pleased to see that they do not hinder his movements, he walked to the plain wooden door, the only ones in the room. Taking deep breath, he grabbed the handle and opened the door. Expecting the worst, he moved outside ready to fight whatever was waiting outside.
However, after a while of turning frantically around in search of danger he found only an empty corridor, with only one door which he just came through. The wooden walls were lit by the unnatural, orange light orbs. Yep, this was definitely not the normal house. On the right, it ended with plain wall, on the left, one could see a platform of a grand staircase. With no other option, lamenting on his terrible fate, he moved to the left.
When he reached the top of the stairs, he saw a short decline to another door.
'Whatever is controlling this world, they surely lack imagination!' thought Sirius.
Carefully, he stepped down and with final steadying breath, he opened it to find himself in a study he remembered very well. With sickening feeling he moved his sight around to end up staring in shock at the last person he could think of. Sitting in ornate armchair, the older gentleman with aristocratic appearance stared down the arrival with clear disapproval.
"It's about damn time that you come down! I was waiting here for too bloody long! Now, stop staring, it's unbecoming of Black. Close the door and sit down. We have a lot to talk about and you have a lot to understand and get in this thick skull of yours!"
In trans, Sirius did exactly as was asked. Normally, he would simply laugh at any person ordering him around. He was independent for too long to blindly follow commands of the elderly simply because they were older. But recent happenings and his 'death' were too much to keep up the rebellious front. He trudged to the armchair in front of the man and slumped on the edge, ready to bolt any minute, at sign of trouble.
"Get it together, Sirius! You did grew up with noble family, you know how to act properly! It's time you finally prove your mother wrong and show that you are proud heir of House of Black. Prove that I was right, prove that you are worthy successor."
Sirius swallowed loudly, but after short internal fight straightened and sat more regally on the armchair. He might hate everything that has to do with his family, but he never shot down any challenge.
"Ah, there he is! The proud lion. My grandson."