The only thing he saw was black. Everything, everywhere was black. Maybe a white, blurry figure came around every once in a while, but they never bothered to explain anything. He was falling, falling into more black. He could only move the way the 'gravity' moved him. It didn't seem like there was gravity, atmosphere, or space. Just black and blurry. The only thing he could feel was the air against his face as he fell. Not many thoughts floated through his mind either. The only reason he had to think was to decide whether or not to ask one of the few blurry figures what was going on, but the words never came out. Once, he thought he saw a figure that looked like his mother, though he would rather never see (especially hear) his mother again. It was really getting boring when another thought came by. Will I ever stop?
Sirius Black seemed to be free-falling forever.
More thoughts popped into his head as 'gravity' seemed to pull harder. What's Harry doing? And Ron? And Hermione? And the Order? Has the world changed a lot without me? Have they captured Voldemort? Soon enough, Sirius could think clearly, as well as move freely. He would flip and tumble and do anything he couldn't normally do on earth. He swam through the black, hoping to see someone, to ask them where he was, but the blurry figures were no where to be found. Sirius was just about to try to take a nap, when he hit solid ground. He landed flat on his stomach and painfully stood up. Nothing was black anymore. If he had to paint a picture of where he was, there would only be one type of paint on his paper: glitter. What he was looking at took his breath away.
The city in front of him was dazzling. The whole enchantment sparkled from an unknown light. The buildings were beyond amazing, with their intricate, swirling designs lustrous in the day, glowing at night. Everything was clear, everything was perfect. He felt different, happy, new; nothing could go wrong, all was right. His clothes were different, too. Instead of his long black robes, he had flowing white ones. His pants and shirt were a pale blue, his shoes a glossy white. If any bad thoughts came to his mind, they would immediately be pushed away by good ones. As he started to walk along the golden path, he knew this was the perfect paradise.
There were people walking all over the paradise city, but none he knew. But every so often, people would realize he was new and say something like, "Welcome!" or "Nice to have you here!" He didn't really know where 'here' was, but he didn't ask. He explored some of the white, sparkling stores, all of which had very friendly store-owners who greeted everyone who cam ein with a smile. After walking into a few stores, he noticed that none of them had anything to do with the Dark Arts. No one seemed afraid that a Death Eater or Voldemort would suddenly appear and go on a killing raid. He liked that, but it just felt weird.
At the edge of the town, he got to a small village. The houses were white, silver, gold, or light blue. At the front of each house was a small sign that said the name of the people who lived there and where they came from. Sirius didn't recognize anyone until he got to a pretty blue house with a beautiful well-kept garden in front. The sign in the graden said "James and Lily Potter, Godric's Hollow"
