A/N: Hey all, this is my first fanfic, so be kind, please! If you must flame me, include some constructive criticism, kay? So, on with the story!
Background info: It's all from Sirius's point of view, and it alternates between flashbacks and his thoughts beyond the veil.
Disclaimer: All characters, places, ideas, and all other Harry Potter stuff belong to J. K. Rowling, the goddess of writing, except for the ones you don't recognize, which are mine.
Beyond the Darkness
Chapter 1: Behind the Veil
What the hell happened?! I'm not…real…anymore. Oh dear Merlin, what happened? Just a minute ago I was taunting Bellatrix and she caught me off my guard, something that would've never happened if I hadn't been cooped up in that filthy old shack for so long. I fell, yes, and stumbled a little, but then, the lights went off. All of them. And now...I can't see a damn thing.
What's that noise? I need to get out of here, where's Harry? Is he safe? Is the prophecy safe? Where the hell am I?!? Is that my heart I'm hearing or…something else? Something just…went through me, oh no I need to get out, what happened, I can't see a thing and Harry's face, he looked so stunned, I need to tell him that I'm ok, oh no –
It just touched, no I mean, went through me. It felt distinctly like an icy shower, but no, I'm imagining it. Wait a sec, I can see through the veil on the dais again. Moony's holding Harry back…wait what's going on?! Dumbledore is there, Harry – no come back! I can see you! What's happening?! Oh I can hear them, faintly. WHY can't I lift the curtain anymore!? Oh…I can't believe it…Moony, brilliant loyal Moony, just said that I'm --…NO IT'S NOT TRUE! I'm not – I can come back! No! Harry! HARRY!!!
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I just blacked out for a while…Haha I'm so hilarious, Sirius Black blacking out, hah! NO! Stop it! You can't start going off now…but this place is so much like Azkaban…except instead of reminding me of… of…James…and Lily…that night…I'm reminded of both happy and sad memories. My life – flashing before my eyes.. Happy? Since when did dementors make me happy? No, I've…I've got to admit it to myself, alright? I've – I've gone on. I'm…dead? But I'm not a ghost…I need to get back to Harry, he's going to be worrying, and I have no idea how long I've been unconscious…but…I'm dead so I'm never going to conscious again, am I…
Focus, Sirius. You can come up with some ingenious plan to get out of here, right? Ha talking to myself isn't exactly the greatest plan though. But then again…have I ever heard of someone who was brought back from death…oh…Voldemort. But he was immersed in the Dark Arts and he tried to make himself immortal…so how can I still think? Or is this just a memory of myself? It must be…it must be like Harry said last year, when he saw Cedric and James and Lily come out of Voldemort's wand…it must be like that…only…hey I can see! But no, it's like looking into a dense black cloud, just like that time James and I…oh the memories…I could just lose myself forever in them –
A/N: Yeah yeah, I know it's a short chapter, but it'll get better soon, I promise! Anyway, review please! I'll love you forever if you do!