"The what?" Sirius inquired, he was sure he had never heard of a place called The Gateways.

The woman smiled and removed from her pocket a long, thin wand and waved it once. Gold letters appeared, like a banner, twinkling and sparkling in the light of the room. The letters spelt out words, which said, "Welcome to the Gateways of Death!"

"Gateways of Death," Sirius repeated staring at the lettering.

The witch smiled, again, "This is where wizards and witches go when they die. Heaven is through the door on my left and the fiery Underworld is through the door on my right. There are also homes set up on this level, for those who are waiting for others to join them."

Sirius was speechless. So this is where you went when you died. He wondered what was going to happen to him. Did they know he was innocent of the crimes he was imprisoned for?

'Sir, your name please," the witch spoke, penetrating Sirius's thoughts.

"Oh um. Sirius Black," said Sirius slightly confused still.

"Sirius O'Bryan Black of 12 Grimrauld Place, England. Imprisoned in Azkaban for 12 years. Is that correct?" the witch asked, staring at a computer screen.

"Yes, that is correct," Sirius, responded.

"You are on a waiter's list. You have to go to room 1678."

"A what list?"

"Waiter's, someone who has died has wanted to wait for you to die and you will join them. They live in room 1678."

"Oh um. who's list am I on?" Sirius inquired, in his mind he was saying, 'Probably a family member.'

"That is classified, sir."

"Oh okay."

"Hi again," said a familiar little girl's voice.

Next to Sirius was Emma she was looking up at him smiling.

"Hi Emma"

"I am supposed to take you to room 1678."

"Okay,"

Emma led Sirius through a pair of doors and down a long corridor. She skipped along ahead singing softly.

"How old are you Emma?" Sirius asked.

"I'm eight," Emma responded, still skipping ahead.

"How long have you been here?" Sirius inquired.

"Oh um. 16 years."

"How can you be eight and been here for 16 years?"

"I was eight when I died. You don't get any older here. You stay the same age as when you died."

"Oh umm. may I ask how you died?"

"One of You-Know-Who's supporters."

"Oh um." said Sirius, unsure what to say.

"Well here we are."

Emma had stopped walking and was staring at a door on their left. Sure enough the numbers were 1678. Emma skipped off saying good-bye quickly and then running further down the corridor. Sirius didn't want to go in. He didn't know what he would find. But he took a breath, pushed open the door and stepped in.