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Then suddenly there came the wailings of a boy. I turned towards Sirius†his face was ashen he turned sharply towards the door nearest us. It sounded as if the boy was being tortured. He was screaming and pleading, shouting and crying.

I walked forwards unsurely and opened the door. The screeching of a woman could be heard well.

"How many times have I told you not to go to that Muggle town?! HOW MANY TIMES?!" screamed the woman at the top of her lungs, in her skeletal hands was a long thin rod†a cane.

"I'm sorry, I won't do it again, never!" pleaded the boy as he pressed himself against the corner, his hands trying to block the whips that came at his legs.

"Mixing around with the muggles! Mudbloods! Shaming the family! That's all you ever do! Your father and I are just lucky that at least Regulus made it into Slytherin! You are no son of a Black! Unworthy of the name!" She screamed again, her ears deaf against the boy's cries. "Look at this!!! Look at the disgrace you've brought upon us!"

She flung a roll of newspaper at the boy's head and he looked down at it bitterly, tears staining his cheeks.

"When will you ever learn?! Why can't you be more like your brother?!"

"That's all you ever care about†your stupid reputation and Regulus!!!" The boy suddenly shot back. He got up, his eyes full of angry tears and dashed straight at us. He ran straight through Sirius' body. He looked down suddenly surprised and he turned and looked on despondently as the boy sprinted down the hall.

The boy†he had dark hair that fell over his gray eyes, just like Sirius.

"Sirius?" I asked softly. "Was that you?"

He didn't reply but instead continued to stare down the hall the boy had ran through†though it was now empty as it was before. The woman had exited the room, breathing heavily.

"What happened�" I whispered softly to myself.

"That was me" he said finally with difficulty, as though something was lodged in his throat. "And that was my mother."

He paused, then he turned and started walking back into the room. He looked around with a slight look of nostalgia.

"That's why I ran away" he said quietly as trying to pick up a small miniature broomstick from the tabletop, but his fingers just passed through them.

"But you must've been only around ten"

"It hasn't changed," he said and he raised his eyes to lock with mine. They looked as if they were burning with rekindled hate. "Their hate for those whose blood aren't as pure†Muggles†reputation"

"But they weren't Death Eaters"

"No, they weren't" he said solemnly. "I spent a lot of my time outside because I didn't like being in this†this house. We lived at a muggle street†I met and became friends with many muggle children†we roamed around, sometimes visiting the muggle town nearby"

I was just about to walk over to see what was on the newspaper but as soon as I took another step the floor faded away. Dead brown grass sprouted from the ground and the walls and furniture turned into menacing, dead, leafless trees.

No†no, it couldn't be. Not this place again. It was the cemetery. The one place that often haunted my nights turning my dreams into nightmares. I froze in my footsteps. Please†why of all places†why was I here again?

A stab of fear spread through my heart as I fearfully looked around. It was as it were before. Exactly the same. Dark, ominous, and hauntingly real.

Nothing could be heard except for the rustle of dead leaves across the ground and the only light there were came from the silver moon that hovered low among the clouds.

"The cemetery" whispered Sirius.

"Sirius we really need to get out of here†now!" I said urgently, my voice was shaking and unsteady.

He ignored me.

"F- follow meâ€I'll find a way!" I stuttered, not even sure of what I was telling him.

And just then, a scream pierced through the air. I recognized that scream. Too well.

For it was mine.

"No!"

Came another shout. Then more screams.

No†it's making me relive my nightmare again†Tears sprung into my eyes. Sirius mustn't know. He can't.

I grabbed his arm.

"Let's go" I pleaded urgently.

"Noâ€," said Sirius, his brows screwed in concentration at the direction of the screams.

"Sirius, please, no"

He twisted free from my grip and turned to run into the woods to where I knew the hut was. My heart heavy, I ran after him. He stopped dead in his tracks but the screams were fresh, there was deep laughter and weak pleads. A thud. And then the screams faded away.

"Sirius" I called after him bitterly, not daring to come closer.

He ignored me. Instead he turned and walked closer towards the woods. There was nothing I could do. I just turned and ran. My eyes blinded by tears, I sprinted through the forest, stumbling over the roots and trying not to get my clothes ripped by the sharp twigs.

I didn't know where I was headed. I ran down a dirt path that led into the cemetery itself. Past the broken gravestones.

I don't know for how long I ran. The forest seemed never ending. Trees loomed above me on all sides, their branches looking like gnarled hands ready to grab me. Nest holes and rots in their bark looked like menacing faces, frowning, angry faces carved onto the trunks.

A sharp protruding branch with pointed twigs got caught in my robe's hood. I struggled at it, pulling helplessly until I simply decided to take off the robe. I continued running down the forest†there was no path now. Just dead leaves and undergrowth.

An owl screeched loudly somewhere above. Suddenly I heard barks, very faint deep barks. I turned back but I couldn't see anything yet. More barks†Sirius was coming after me but he was far behind.

Suddenly my foot got caught on a slab of marble that was on the floor. I was flung forwards. But before I realized I had fallen, I landed face forwards into a bed of soft sweet-smelling grass and flowers. I looked around in alarm; my mind was swirling with confusion at this strange world.

I quickly got to my feet and continued running until I reached the edge of the field, where the mists hovered mysteriously. I stepped through them and for a while, I could see nothing but swirling mist. And then it cleared and I stopped myself just in time before I took another step down a cliff. Down below was a sheer drop of god knows how much. Below were clouds, misty clouds just floating around the bottomless world.

I sat down at the edge and stared sadly at the nearest waterfall. The water fell in a sort of soft, magical way, as if in slow motion. The beads of light floated in and out from the water and some rising high into the sky while others trailed lazily along.

I picked up a light purple daisy from the ground and stared at its beauty. And all I had to do was open my hands, letting it rest on my palm, and the wind had already picked it up. The daisy seemed to have weighed nothing as it drifted along with the wind behind me. I continued again staring at the waterfall, wondering if I'll ever get home.

I heard a small whimpering sound. I didn't turn back. I didn't know how I was going to face him. He was going to ask questions†and I will have to answer them. I felt so ashamed of it, I was determined to keep it to myself. No one should ever know.

"You saw everything didn't you?" I replied harshly.

The large black dog walked next to me, its feet padding noiselessly against the grass. In its jaws was my robe, slightly torn and covered in dirt. He nudged at my shoulder with his muzzle and dropped the robe in my lap. Then he settled down next to me, changing into his human form.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

I kept quiet. He came along and sat beside me. He put a what-must-be a comforting arm around my shoulder but I shook it off roughly. There you go. He's feeling sympathetic already.

"C'mon†you can talk to me right?"

I kept quiet.

"You shouldn't keep it to yourself"

"I was so ashamed..." I muttered, my voice breaking again.

"Still- "

"You had no idea how I felt," I said somewhat accusingly. "I was so afraid†I didn't know what to do†I didn't want anyone to know!"

"I could've helped you"

"What could you have done? Unless you could turn back time and undo everything that had happened"

"Was that why you were so" he paused. "â€afraid of me before?"

I couldn't hold back the tears any longer and again I burst into tears. He put his arms around me again but I didn't push him away. I leaned against his shoulder and cried

Choking back tears, I struggled to talk. "I wish†I never went out†that day"

"No one could've possibly known"

"It was all my faultâ€this happened"

"No, it wasn't"

"Sometimes†I feel like†ending it†all"

"No, that's not the way out," he said soothingly as he stroked my hands softly. "We'll get through this"

"It's so hard"

"You can do it"

"How are we going to get out?" I asked.

"I don't know" he replied. "But there has to be a way†we just have to find it."

"What happens if we don't?"

"Well," he breathed in deeply. "I don't know what other memories good or bad this world might make us relive†but at least you're here with me."

I don't know whether I should smile or not. Well, I guess I should. I knew he should've never touched that door. But somehow or other†his presence assures me that we will get out eventually.

There was a pause and the only thing heard we the gentle rustling of the grass, the whistle of the wind and the mystical splashes of the waterfalls.

Suddenly it faded away and we found ourselves in small room†that looked awfully like a broom closet. Grabbing onto shelves, we heaved ourselves up in the small space among the mops and brooms. And thank god, there was a door. I grabbed the knob and pushed myself against it, eager to get out.