A/N: Ok, before I'm thrown into large pits of burning tar for not updating my YGO/HP fic, allow me to apologise. Sorry. The tarring may now commence -.- Anyway, yes, while I shall update that someday, this just appeared in my mind. It emerged from my deep-seated denial of Sirius' death (yes, even though I read it repeatedly and am 90% sure he's dead). Plus I love the Marauders so writing a fic about them = good! I really liked the third movie and Crazy Gary Oldman XD I really really don't want Lupin to die in the next book...or the one after too. Aww, I feel so sorry for him after writing this story. You'll see what I mean by the next chapter.
And now with that in mind, enjoy the first chapter of Beyond the Veil, Beyond Reason!
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Sirius fell. And he kept falling. He thought to himself that he should have stopped falling long ago, but then again, he also thought that he should be dead. Maybe he was dead. Didn't Bellatrix hit him with the killing curse? Speaking of curses, he cursed himself for being so careless.
"I should have been more careful...finished her off when I could have...but no, I had to gloat. And now I'm probably dead." he muttered to himself. The situation suddenly occurred to him. What about Harry? What about everyone else?! He had to get back! He looked up to where he was falling from but saw nothing. Alternately, he looked down and saw nothing that was either, only a black void.
If this was death, it was quite dull.
Suddenly the wind started whipping at him with more force and he felt himself slowing. Wait, he'd fallen behind the veil hadn't he? The veil...that transported people to other places? Wasn't it that one? No, that was the one on the other side of the room. He hadn't been aware that there was another one, but he wasn't about to debate its existence now. As he slowed to a stop he began to wonder if he was not dead so much as gone mad. He decided that it was a definite possibility considering what he met with next.
An empty room. What's more, it was his empty room, his room at the Black's family home. This was just not possible. He walked over to the window and looked out, noticing that everything looked disarmingly well kept. His flying motorbike sat propped against the wall, looking as though he had been riding it only yesterday, gleaming in the light. What was going on here? As his brain frantically tried to comprehend the situation he heard the most normal yet surprising sound. A knock at the door.
As if in a dream, Sirius walked down the stairs that were so familiar and took in the house which was just as he had left it. Pausing only for a moment he opened the front door. The colour drained immediately from his face.
"What's wrong Sirius? You look terrible! Is something wrong?"
"P-Pe...Peter......" It took Sirius a moment to comprehend the situation. His old friend turned betrayer stood in the doorway, looking quite healthy and happy, apart from the concerned look he wore. He stood about half a foot shorter than Sirius and looked up through small congenial eyes, almost covered by mousy-blond hair. Sirius hesitated only a moment. "Get out!! NOW!!!" he screeched, reaching for his wand.
"Wh-S-Sirius? What are you d-"
"I'LL KILL YOU!! HOW DARE YOU-" Sirius gave up on finding his wand and grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the collar of his cloak, almost lifting him off the ground.
"Siri-ri-us-" Peter choked out.
"Padfoot! What's gotten into you!!" Sirius looked up in shock. He immediately decided that he was hallucinating. He had to be. There was no way in hell that what he was seeing could be in any way associated with reality, for there, running up the path, was none other than James Potter. He looked just as he had in the days before the terrible incident; messy black hair left casually to run rampant over his head, wide hazel eyes overlayed with circular black-rimmed glasses. Sirius let go of Peter, who fell to the ground with a soft thump.
"James..." he whispered breathlessly.
"Sirius are you-" James took a step back at the look on his face. "Are you alright old friend?"
"J...James...you...you can't be..." Sirius appeared as though he was about to break down into tears.
"I can't be what?" James glanced worriedly at Peter who had gone pale and was currently staring up at both of them from his vantage point on the ground where he had still failed to rise from.
"...A-Alive...It isn't possible..." Sirius reached out, wide eyed, latching on to the hem of James' cloak. "Not possible....not alive..."
"What are you talking about Padfoot?! If this is a joke-"
"A joke...?" Sirius said weakly, "A joke? Knowing my luck, it probably is...First you die, then I die, now this..."
"What?! I think you need to sit down old friend. Come on Peter, help me get him inside-"
"No! Prongs, why are you with vermin scum like him?! I mean...he...killed you..." Sirius paused to reconsider the logic in what he had just said, and decided to end it with a definitive, "At least, he had...last time I checked..."
"No body's killed anyone, now calm down and come inside." James said in a reasonable tone, deciding to take control of the situation. Sirius nodded dumbly and turned back toward the house. As he reached the door he turned slowly to James.
"Prongs, are you sure you're alive?" he asked weakly.
"Absolutely positive."
"Well, as long as you're certain." he nodded and walked inside, closing the door behind him. Peter and James exchanged bemused and worried glances, before knocking. A moment passed before the door reopened suddenly.
"Sorry! Come in."
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"Sirius you have to tell us what's happened." James Potter said carefully. They had been sitting in the kitchen for close to a minute now, and Sirius had failed to say a word. All that he had managed to do was alternate between looking at James in was could only be described as wonderment, and glaring at Peter with murderous distrust.
"Something's very very wrong here." Sirius stated with finality.
"...So I guessed." James sighed.
"Listen, you have to tell us what's wrong or we can't do anything." Peter said quietly and reasonably. "Or are you not..."
"Not what?!" Sirius glared at Peter accusingly, daring him to continue.
"It's just, James, he's acting very strange. Do you think he might be..."
"...Not...Sirius?" James finished the sentence and straightened in his chair.
"Of course I'm Sirius! How could you..."
"You'll forgive us friend, but if you are the real Sirius you'll understand. Times are tough and precautions must be taken. We need proof.."
"Don't say that! I am me...but...I'm not from here...that must be it!!" Sirius exclaimed, jumping up. "This is parallel dimension!" There was a moments pause.
"What are you gibbering about Padfoot?" James asked bluntly.
"I think he's talking about the the alternate universe theory." Peter said.
"What's that?" James asked, confusion etched in his brow.
"It's the idea that every decision that could ever be made is played out in parallel planes of existence." Sirius looked over as Peter spoke, as if seeing him in a new light.
"...Yes that's it. Crazy isn't it." Sirius shook his head and sat back down.
"How do you know what he's talking about?" James stared at Peter incredulously.
"I...er...took some Philosophy classes during our last year." he said, seemingly embarrassed.
"Better lessons then murder and betrayal..." Sirius muttered under his breath.
"Ok, now I'm not saying I believe you 'other Sirius'," James had rounded on him, "but at least tell us what you think has happened to you."
"Wait a minute, what year is it here?"
"2000, why?"
"The same...so Harry is in his fifth year at Hogwarts? Is he happy?"
"He's as happy as a teenage boy living in years of war could be! Where are you going with this?" Sirius gave his old friend a long steady look.
"Prongs, where I come from...Harry is an orphan."
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A/N: And this, dear readers, is where you click that button and leave a happy little thing called a review! Hope you enjoyed!
And now with that in mind, enjoy the first chapter of Beyond the Veil, Beyond Reason!
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Sirius fell. And he kept falling. He thought to himself that he should have stopped falling long ago, but then again, he also thought that he should be dead. Maybe he was dead. Didn't Bellatrix hit him with the killing curse? Speaking of curses, he cursed himself for being so careless.
"I should have been more careful...finished her off when I could have...but no, I had to gloat. And now I'm probably dead." he muttered to himself. The situation suddenly occurred to him. What about Harry? What about everyone else?! He had to get back! He looked up to where he was falling from but saw nothing. Alternately, he looked down and saw nothing that was either, only a black void.
If this was death, it was quite dull.
Suddenly the wind started whipping at him with more force and he felt himself slowing. Wait, he'd fallen behind the veil hadn't he? The veil...that transported people to other places? Wasn't it that one? No, that was the one on the other side of the room. He hadn't been aware that there was another one, but he wasn't about to debate its existence now. As he slowed to a stop he began to wonder if he was not dead so much as gone mad. He decided that it was a definite possibility considering what he met with next.
An empty room. What's more, it was his empty room, his room at the Black's family home. This was just not possible. He walked over to the window and looked out, noticing that everything looked disarmingly well kept. His flying motorbike sat propped against the wall, looking as though he had been riding it only yesterday, gleaming in the light. What was going on here? As his brain frantically tried to comprehend the situation he heard the most normal yet surprising sound. A knock at the door.
As if in a dream, Sirius walked down the stairs that were so familiar and took in the house which was just as he had left it. Pausing only for a moment he opened the front door. The colour drained immediately from his face.
"What's wrong Sirius? You look terrible! Is something wrong?"
"P-Pe...Peter......" It took Sirius a moment to comprehend the situation. His old friend turned betrayer stood in the doorway, looking quite healthy and happy, apart from the concerned look he wore. He stood about half a foot shorter than Sirius and looked up through small congenial eyes, almost covered by mousy-blond hair. Sirius hesitated only a moment. "Get out!! NOW!!!" he screeched, reaching for his wand.
"Wh-S-Sirius? What are you d-"
"I'LL KILL YOU!! HOW DARE YOU-" Sirius gave up on finding his wand and grabbed Peter Pettigrew by the collar of his cloak, almost lifting him off the ground.
"Siri-ri-us-" Peter choked out.
"Padfoot! What's gotten into you!!" Sirius looked up in shock. He immediately decided that he was hallucinating. He had to be. There was no way in hell that what he was seeing could be in any way associated with reality, for there, running up the path, was none other than James Potter. He looked just as he had in the days before the terrible incident; messy black hair left casually to run rampant over his head, wide hazel eyes overlayed with circular black-rimmed glasses. Sirius let go of Peter, who fell to the ground with a soft thump.
"James..." he whispered breathlessly.
"Sirius are you-" James took a step back at the look on his face. "Are you alright old friend?"
"J...James...you...you can't be..." Sirius appeared as though he was about to break down into tears.
"I can't be what?" James glanced worriedly at Peter who had gone pale and was currently staring up at both of them from his vantage point on the ground where he had still failed to rise from.
"...A-Alive...It isn't possible..." Sirius reached out, wide eyed, latching on to the hem of James' cloak. "Not possible....not alive..."
"What are you talking about Padfoot?! If this is a joke-"
"A joke...?" Sirius said weakly, "A joke? Knowing my luck, it probably is...First you die, then I die, now this..."
"What?! I think you need to sit down old friend. Come on Peter, help me get him inside-"
"No! Prongs, why are you with vermin scum like him?! I mean...he...killed you..." Sirius paused to reconsider the logic in what he had just said, and decided to end it with a definitive, "At least, he had...last time I checked..."
"No body's killed anyone, now calm down and come inside." James said in a reasonable tone, deciding to take control of the situation. Sirius nodded dumbly and turned back toward the house. As he reached the door he turned slowly to James.
"Prongs, are you sure you're alive?" he asked weakly.
"Absolutely positive."
"Well, as long as you're certain." he nodded and walked inside, closing the door behind him. Peter and James exchanged bemused and worried glances, before knocking. A moment passed before the door reopened suddenly.
"Sorry! Come in."
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"Sirius you have to tell us what's happened." James Potter said carefully. They had been sitting in the kitchen for close to a minute now, and Sirius had failed to say a word. All that he had managed to do was alternate between looking at James in was could only be described as wonderment, and glaring at Peter with murderous distrust.
"Something's very very wrong here." Sirius stated with finality.
"...So I guessed." James sighed.
"Listen, you have to tell us what's wrong or we can't do anything." Peter said quietly and reasonably. "Or are you not..."
"Not what?!" Sirius glared at Peter accusingly, daring him to continue.
"It's just, James, he's acting very strange. Do you think he might be..."
"...Not...Sirius?" James finished the sentence and straightened in his chair.
"Of course I'm Sirius! How could you..."
"You'll forgive us friend, but if you are the real Sirius you'll understand. Times are tough and precautions must be taken. We need proof.."
"Don't say that! I am me...but...I'm not from here...that must be it!!" Sirius exclaimed, jumping up. "This is parallel dimension!" There was a moments pause.
"What are you gibbering about Padfoot?" James asked bluntly.
"I think he's talking about the the alternate universe theory." Peter said.
"What's that?" James asked, confusion etched in his brow.
"It's the idea that every decision that could ever be made is played out in parallel planes of existence." Sirius looked over as Peter spoke, as if seeing him in a new light.
"...Yes that's it. Crazy isn't it." Sirius shook his head and sat back down.
"How do you know what he's talking about?" James stared at Peter incredulously.
"I...er...took some Philosophy classes during our last year." he said, seemingly embarrassed.
"Better lessons then murder and betrayal..." Sirius muttered under his breath.
"Ok, now I'm not saying I believe you 'other Sirius'," James had rounded on him, "but at least tell us what you think has happened to you."
"Wait a minute, what year is it here?"
"2000, why?"
"The same...so Harry is in his fifth year at Hogwarts? Is he happy?"
"He's as happy as a teenage boy living in years of war could be! Where are you going with this?" Sirius gave his old friend a long steady look.
"Prongs, where I come from...Harry is an orphan."
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A/N: And this, dear readers, is where you click that button and leave a happy little thing called a review! Hope you enjoyed!