A/N: hey hey! Tell me what you think so I know if I should continue!
-=Prologue=-
Sirius walked and walked, but it didn't seem to get him anywhere. The white swirling mist occasionally mixed with shades of gray, and the even rarer on black.
A disembodied voice kept calling to him. It had been like this ever since he first got there. Over and over again.
"We've been waiting for you, friend."
"Join us, it'll be much better than wandering around."
Fat chance, he thought. I've got to get out. I'm not dead. I'm not dead. The voices were tempting, seducing his soul. Harry. Have to save Harry. I'm not going to let him hurt himself over this.
So he walked. Everything was the same; in front of him, behind him, to his left and right. Some invisible force had pushed him, blew him away from the entrance. So he did the most logical thing he could think of, and went back to where he had come from. He only hoped he was going in a straight line.
The white swirls of...wind? He could barely call it that. Power maybe. Or souls. They began to darken. First a light, feathery gray. Now turning into a dark cloudy color. At least the background was changing. He was beginning to get sick of the all the whiteness.
The Mists began to get angrier, more violent. Twisting and turning without abandon. It was starting to become an effort to move.
"Come with us Sirius. This is hardly a way to waste your time."
It's only a slight breeze. How bad could it get?
"Much worse."
The air turned black. The Mists picking at his clothes, biting at his face. And this time, Sirius began to hear the Voices.
"Help me! HELP ME!"
"Mother, where have you gone? Mother...why aren't you moving?"
"There is no way out. There is no way out. There is no way out..."
They are just figments of my imagination. What are you Sirius? Some five- year-old girl? At this thought, the child-like voice began to scream.
"MOTHER! They're almost here! Mother help! Don't let them take me Mother!" The Voice began to babble into incoherent thought. It ended with an agonizing whimper.
Figures appeared one by one. A sobbing man tied to a stake. Bloodied and beaten. He asked for help. Sirius turned away.
A woman was off to the side; arms wide open sharing her luscious body. She was naked. Sirius looked to her face to find that instead of eyes, there were bugs crawling, slithering out of her sockets. He walked on.
Sirius thought all these things were ghosts.. So he believed they would pass right through him and be unable to effect him physically. An old woman lying on the ground reached a three- fingered hand to his face. She clawed at him and broke his skin. All of her exposed skin was covered in deep scratches. As she lay back down he could see her nails. Underneath, it was a dull, rusty brown. Dried blood.
The soothing voices that accompanied him in the beginning of his journey were back.
"Sirius, now I know you are not enjoying this. You might as well give up."
"Oh, James. Let's take him already. He's already close to giving up."
Sirius looked up sharply at the sound of his best friend's name. And there standing side by side, arms around one another were none other than Lily and James Potter.
"He must come with his own free will. You know that, Lily."
"Prongs...?" His voice came out more cracked and tired than he would have wished.
A ghostly James smiled gently at him. But he couldn't help noticing the malevolent glint in his eyes. He glanced at Lily. She had the same look as well.
"Sirius, mate, just give up this fight. It is much more peaceful on the other side. No more wars or having to worry about anyone else but your self."
"Yes, Sirius," Lily's voice this time. "You'll have the best of times with us."
"What about Harry?" Sirius was being pulled into their comforting words.
"Who? Oh! Him. Well, he can take care of himself. He's already done that so far."
"Don't worry about some little orphan anymore Sirius! Just come with us and you'll forget everything!"
Sirius closed his eyes. And he was so close to giving in.
"Let me be." He said. "The real James and Lily would never condemn their own flesh and blood like that. Now stop this charade and let me pass."
"If you say so." The one that looked like James was slowly changing. "We would have given you all that you wanted. But if this is what you want..." Lily sighed and proceeded to show her true form.
They were as tall as men, but hunched at the shoulders. Their heads were the size of truck tires, but they looked as if someone had grabbed the top of their skull and pulled it backward while someone had pushed the middle of their head forward. The effect was a crescent shaped cranium. Teeth came protruding out of their lips into sharp fangs from the jaw. A large, hairy chest was followed by legs that were small and limber. They had the feet of a goat. But their eyes were what scared Sirius the most.
"James" had light, hazel eyes; wide and almost child-like."Lily's" eyes were a bright, sparkling green. They were still the eyes of his friends.
Sirius ran. He could not face these monsters. They soon caught on and ran forward chasing him, gorilla arms reaching forward to catch a flailing arm or grasp their fingers around his neck. Could he still become Snuffles? He could try.
Sirius transformed while running, there was no choice. Senses were heightened and he could catch the want to feed from the two beasts. He was spurred on by the smell. The black Mists became louder and louder. The black becoming more menacing. But he could feel it. Something different in the distance.
There! Light! Not the haunting white of his earlier travels. But a clear, heavenly white. He raced and tumbled faster and faster. The monsters, beginning to get desperate, followed even swifter too. But too late.
Snuffles had escaped the Veil.
-=Prologue=-
Sirius walked and walked, but it didn't seem to get him anywhere. The white swirling mist occasionally mixed with shades of gray, and the even rarer on black.
A disembodied voice kept calling to him. It had been like this ever since he first got there. Over and over again.
"We've been waiting for you, friend."
"Join us, it'll be much better than wandering around."
Fat chance, he thought. I've got to get out. I'm not dead. I'm not dead. The voices were tempting, seducing his soul. Harry. Have to save Harry. I'm not going to let him hurt himself over this.
So he walked. Everything was the same; in front of him, behind him, to his left and right. Some invisible force had pushed him, blew him away from the entrance. So he did the most logical thing he could think of, and went back to where he had come from. He only hoped he was going in a straight line.
The white swirls of...wind? He could barely call it that. Power maybe. Or souls. They began to darken. First a light, feathery gray. Now turning into a dark cloudy color. At least the background was changing. He was beginning to get sick of the all the whiteness.
The Mists began to get angrier, more violent. Twisting and turning without abandon. It was starting to become an effort to move.
"Come with us Sirius. This is hardly a way to waste your time."
It's only a slight breeze. How bad could it get?
"Much worse."
The air turned black. The Mists picking at his clothes, biting at his face. And this time, Sirius began to hear the Voices.
"Help me! HELP ME!"
"Mother, where have you gone? Mother...why aren't you moving?"
"There is no way out. There is no way out. There is no way out..."
They are just figments of my imagination. What are you Sirius? Some five- year-old girl? At this thought, the child-like voice began to scream.
"MOTHER! They're almost here! Mother help! Don't let them take me Mother!" The Voice began to babble into incoherent thought. It ended with an agonizing whimper.
Figures appeared one by one. A sobbing man tied to a stake. Bloodied and beaten. He asked for help. Sirius turned away.
A woman was off to the side; arms wide open sharing her luscious body. She was naked. Sirius looked to her face to find that instead of eyes, there were bugs crawling, slithering out of her sockets. He walked on.
Sirius thought all these things were ghosts.. So he believed they would pass right through him and be unable to effect him physically. An old woman lying on the ground reached a three- fingered hand to his face. She clawed at him and broke his skin. All of her exposed skin was covered in deep scratches. As she lay back down he could see her nails. Underneath, it was a dull, rusty brown. Dried blood.
The soothing voices that accompanied him in the beginning of his journey were back.
"Sirius, now I know you are not enjoying this. You might as well give up."
"Oh, James. Let's take him already. He's already close to giving up."
Sirius looked up sharply at the sound of his best friend's name. And there standing side by side, arms around one another were none other than Lily and James Potter.
"He must come with his own free will. You know that, Lily."
"Prongs...?" His voice came out more cracked and tired than he would have wished.
A ghostly James smiled gently at him. But he couldn't help noticing the malevolent glint in his eyes. He glanced at Lily. She had the same look as well.
"Sirius, mate, just give up this fight. It is much more peaceful on the other side. No more wars or having to worry about anyone else but your self."
"Yes, Sirius," Lily's voice this time. "You'll have the best of times with us."
"What about Harry?" Sirius was being pulled into their comforting words.
"Who? Oh! Him. Well, he can take care of himself. He's already done that so far."
"Don't worry about some little orphan anymore Sirius! Just come with us and you'll forget everything!"
Sirius closed his eyes. And he was so close to giving in.
"Let me be." He said. "The real James and Lily would never condemn their own flesh and blood like that. Now stop this charade and let me pass."
"If you say so." The one that looked like James was slowly changing. "We would have given you all that you wanted. But if this is what you want..." Lily sighed and proceeded to show her true form.
They were as tall as men, but hunched at the shoulders. Their heads were the size of truck tires, but they looked as if someone had grabbed the top of their skull and pulled it backward while someone had pushed the middle of their head forward. The effect was a crescent shaped cranium. Teeth came protruding out of their lips into sharp fangs from the jaw. A large, hairy chest was followed by legs that were small and limber. They had the feet of a goat. But their eyes were what scared Sirius the most.
"James" had light, hazel eyes; wide and almost child-like."Lily's" eyes were a bright, sparkling green. They were still the eyes of his friends.
Sirius ran. He could not face these monsters. They soon caught on and ran forward chasing him, gorilla arms reaching forward to catch a flailing arm or grasp their fingers around his neck. Could he still become Snuffles? He could try.
Sirius transformed while running, there was no choice. Senses were heightened and he could catch the want to feed from the two beasts. He was spurred on by the smell. The black Mists became louder and louder. The black becoming more menacing. But he could feel it. Something different in the distance.
There! Light! Not the haunting white of his earlier travels. But a clear, heavenly white. He raced and tumbled faster and faster. The monsters, beginning to get desperate, followed even swifter too. But too late.
Snuffles had escaped the Veil.