A/N: I have edited this chapter so I need your opinion. Don't be lazy, write a review. I hope that you like this first chapter and even if you don't, read the next one, you're bound to like it. I'm also sorry if this chapter is a bit too short.

Before you continue, please read this short important message. I know that things start out slow in this chapter, to tell you the truth, it's not one of my favorite chapters, but you may skip this chapter for some other ones that come in later. Also, if you're looking for romance, well, that's going to come in the next chapters, like chapter 4 and above.

Disclaimer: I wish I owned all the Harry Potter characters, but unfortunately, I don't. They Belong to J.K. Rowling.

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Prologue

Back From the Dead

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Sirius woke up and found out that he was lying on dirt. He got up and brushed himself off. All of his muscles ached and his leg was bleeding. He looked around and saw that he was in a graveyard, standing next to a grave that said: R.I.P. Sirius Black.

How did I get here, he asked himself. Am I dead? Have I become a ghost? Things just didn't make sense to him. In order to prove to himself that he was alive, he pinched himself really hard.

"Oh, shit," he cursed out loud, "now I have pain in the arm."

I'm alive but I don't remember anything. What happened to me? How did I get to this forsaken place? He had so many questions but absolutely no answers. Everything was a blur. He put his palms on his eyes and immediately started seeing stars. He tried to remember what he had done in the past that could have landed him here.

He searched his mind for the last thing he did. He was dueling with Bellatrix. She hit him with a curse and he fell through the archway of the other world. The Underworld. He wasn't dead but he certainly wasn't in the right dimension. The memories were slowly leaking back to him. He remembered Harry and the prophecy. He knew that if he didn't help Harry, Harry might already be D-E-A-D. He didn't want to think about that, but all the same, panic was starting to take over him. What if Harry died? He knew that he would never get over it. It was his duty, as Harry's godfather, to protect Harry at all costs. Relax, he told himself, Harry's okay. He didn't know for sure, he just had this feeling that Harry wasn't in any immediate danger. He's safe, Dumbledore saved him, and nobody died. But something else was bothering him. He knew that nobody yet had managed to get to the Underworld and actually live to tell the tale.

The underworld was a horrible and forbidden place. Nobody went there since they all knew that it could be the last thing that he ever did. Nobody knew what was actually there, besides all the graves of the people that died. The Underworld was divided into two sides. One was where the graves of the people that went to heaven were. The other side was Hell. Hell was like the part of Atlanta that nobody lived in. The part where there were criminals killed and gangs sold drugs. It was a perfect duplicate of Hell. Even though Hell was much worse.

Sirius wondered why he wasn't dead. It was a miracle and Sirius believed that he had a guardian angel that saved him. If I ever get out of this place, I'll go to church every Sunday and pray. It wasn't like Sirius to go to church; he never did when he was young. But he knew that he needed to stop thanking God and find an exit out of this place. If there was one.

Sirius started limping across the dirt path that was between the graves. Then he saw this stairway that seemed to be held up by something invisible. It was going up really high so he didn't see where it was going to lead to. With a great feeling of foreboding, he started walking up on the stairway. Step by step, foot by foot, he had already lost his count on how many steps there were. One hundred, two hundred, it seemed like eternity to him. He was very tired and decided to take a break. How long was this stairway? Am I ever going to get out of here? He decided to walk a little more. Wishing that he could have some food, he gathered up his last strength and began walking again. When he was just about to give up, his head hit a trapdoor.

With an earsplitting headache, he opened the trapdoor. Sunlight streamed through the open trapdoor. Sirius got out and drank the fresh air. Then he looked around and saw that he was in an alley. He got out of the alley and found himself on a street clogged up with all kinds of shops. Sirius knew this street. He remembered it but he couldn't remember what it was called. He looked at one shop called Honeydukes and gave a little gasp of surprise. He was in Hogsmade.

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Voldemort was walking around the chamber.

"Are you sure that your cousin, Sirius Black, is alive?" asked Voldemort.

"Yes, my lord, I swear that I saw him in Diagon Alley yesterday." Bellatrix replied.

"What would a dead wizard be doing alive? You told me that you killed him, or did you?" Voldemort shot at Bellatrix.

"M-my lord, nobody was more glad that I to see him dead, you know that I would never be a traitor to the other side." said Bellatrix, her voice shaking.

"Of course Bella, I know how much you hate him." Voldemort said, "But never less, we will need to track him down and kill him. I'll send Severus to kill him, I'm sure that he would be very obliged to do that."

"But my lord isn't Severus a spy for Dumbledore?" Bellatrix asked.

Voldemort looked sharply at Bellatrix, "Of course not, he was pretending, meanwhile sending us very valuable information."

"Right my lord, yes, of course, I was very wrong to think that." Bellatrix said.

"But you, Bella," Voldemort looked at her, "You have been acting very strangely lately. You aren't excited at the thought of killing people. Are you begging to grow soft? Are you losing your touch?"

"No, of course no, it's just that I think that we're killing the wrong people. I mean, shouldn't we just focus on the plan?"

Voldemort looked at her delicately, "Why Bella, we just kill all those people because it's fun. It's our kind of sport that's fun for us. Now, Bella, you may go, and please send me Severus."

With that, Bellatrix left. A moment later, Severus came in.

"My lord, did you ask for me?" asked Severus.

"Yes, I did. Severus, I have a little job for you and I'm pretty sure that you would enjoy it very much."

"Yes master, anything you say I need to do, I will do it."

"Well, this job involves Sirius Black."

Snape's lid curled, "What will I have to do?"

"You need to find him and kill him. How you kill him, you can decide yourself. You can torture him, cut off his hands and legs, or be as creative as you want." Voldemort smiled, "How you kill him I don't give a damn about. I just want him dead. He is too much of a danger to us, he must be destroyed."

"Of course master, but where should I start looking for him?"

"Bella said that she spotted him in Diagon Alley. Although I don't exactly believe her, she seems so distant since the last assignment that I sent her on. But still search Diagon Alley, he might still be there. If not, search all of London. I don't care how long it takes you, just kill him. Severus, you may go now, I need some time to think. Go now."

Snape left.

"Now," Voldemort said softly. He looked in the mirror. "Harry Potter. I suggest that you go back to your own mind and stay there, or I will go into yours. And I'm sure that you don't want to repeat that experience, right?"

About two hundred miles away, a boy named Harry Potter woke up, his heart beating fast, overjoyed about the information that he had overheard.

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A/N This is a prologue. The next chapter might be more interesting for you. Or if you want a little bit of gushy stuff, skip ahead to chapter 4. But meanwhile, review!