"Ugg, what the hell just happened to me?" a gaunt faced man said as
he picked him self off the dusty ground.
"Hello there sir how are you feeling?" an old cheerful man asked him.
"Where in the hell am I?" the man questioned him rather rudely.
"You are in the honorable life of beyond the veil, sir" the odl man said, his cheery tone still not wavering.
"If you will please tell me your name we can speed up the process of getting you out of here" The man in formed him.
"The veil? What the hell is that, any way, my name is Sirius A. Black." Sirius said eager to hear more about the veil.
"And how did you die Sirius A. Black?" the man asked completely ignoring Sirius' question.
"Die, what the hell are you talking about die? I'm not dead! That bitch of a cousin of mine hit me with a stunning spell and I fell!" Sirius said fuming.
"I'M NOT DEAD" he repeated
"Are you quite sure it was not a killing spell, and then in honor of your most noble deeds?" The man said kindly.
"Noble?" Sirius snorted.
"What are you talking about? What 'noble deed'?" Sirius asked interested.
"You...mean to tell me you...have done nothing to earn you a place in the most honorable life beyond the veil??" The old man said disbelievingly.
"What the hell is this 'life beyond the veil' crap?" Sirius said angrily.
"This 'crap' as you so ineloquently put it, is where wizards or witches who died go if they've done something extremely noble during their life." The old man said not nearly as polite as when Sirius first arrived.
"What sort of noble deed would get you here?" Sirius asked curiously.
"Self sacrifice for the good of another person/s, a medical discovery curing many people, vanquishing evil, things like that" the man said losing every graceful and kind quality he had.
"I must go see the creator" the man gave a very fake and insincere bow and left before Sirius could ask any other questions. Sirius, not paying attention to detail previously, noticed that the old man was standing in front of a white and gold podium, with a large and dusty book, completely contradicting the podium in which it stood. Not able to contain his curiosity he made his way to the podium and turned through the pages. It seemed to be an address book. The weird part about it was, the addresses he was reading, did not exact, and the people those addresses belonged to, were dead. Then it occurred to him, these people have homes in this life.
"Lilly and James" he whispered as his pulse quickened. He began turning pages like mad looking for the last name Potter. Finally he found it 'Potter, Lilly, Potter, James; Residence: Block E, House 5. Sirius tore out the section of the page with their address and went in the direction of the old man full sprint. He saw signs, white boards with gold inscriptions. First he saw a sign for block A. Continuing along he found Block B. He continued this pursuit until he reached a sign for Block E, keep in mind he sprinted the entire way, hundred meters from sign to sign and Sirius was no muggle runner.
He took a deep breath and turned down the lane leading to Lilly and James' house. He looked to his left; he saw build 32, to his right, building 9. He continued running down this lane seeing no pattern of numbers after 15 minutes of search he came to building 5. He walked slowly to their door , trying to decide what to say to his best friend who had had not seen in 16 years. He took a long, deep breath, and then he knocked once, twice, and finally a third time.
"Who is it?" he heard James' voice from behind the door.
"Padfoot" he announced strongly with a large grin upon his face.
"Padf-..." James started and the door swung open.
"Sirius! Oh my god Sirius!" James said tearfully as he embraced Sirius in a hug.
"What's Wrong James?" Lilly asked poking her head though the door on the opposite end of the room.
"Sirius, oh lord Sirius its great to see you!" Lilly screamed rushing across the room and joining the hug.
"Lilly, James, I never thought I'd see you again" Sirius sobbed. After an hour of this, they all calmed down...slightly.
"How'd you die Sirius? Was it that rat bastard Voldemort?" James said angrily.
"I'm not dead, I fell through the veil, that old bat at the podium is not quite happy about it Prongs." Sirius informed.
"How's Harry? Is he doing well in school? What's he like, does he look like James or I?" Lilly said anxiously.
"His a spitting image of James." Sirius announced proudly. Telling by Lilly's look she was a bit sad by this.
"No one can mistake his eyes though Lilly. It is quite obvious he has your eyes." Lilly instantly cheered up.
"He has a love for quiditch James, I think he'd give you a run for your money at seeker." Sirius laughed.
"That's my boy." James said proudly.
"Your son is the bravest of his age besides his friends. He is partly the reason I'm here. For the past few months, Harry has been seeing some things threw Voldemorts eyes, such as an attack on his friends father. Voldemort must have realized this because he made Harry think they had and were torturing me near the prophecy involving him and Voldemort, Harry and a few people who were in the D.A.; the Ministry interfered with their defense against dark arts class and pretty much ruined the purpose of it., Harry started this club to teach students who wanted to learn how to defend themselves properly, they had to do it all under the nose of the Ministry, it's quite impressive.
"When they arrived at the department of secrets sure enough no one was there but Harry found the prophecy, out of no where, Lucious Malfoy, and several other Death eaters showed up demanding Harry hand over the prophecy, Harry was too smart for that. Their was quite a bit of a struggle and fighting, in the end I was dueling with my cousin Bellatrix Lestange. She hit me with a stunner and knocked me through the veil."
"How did you know that Harry survived the attack that killed you both?" Sirius asked meekly.
"When you die, your soul lingers for a bit, we saw Voldemorts destruction and Harry's continued life. We are still puzzled by how he survived, we just had to assume it had to do with the prophecy." James explained.
"So Harry has been living with you since we've been umm indisposed, right?" Lilly said worriedly.
"Well, um, no, until Harry was 13, I was in Azkaban" Sirius said.
"No", Lilly gasped.
"What the hell for? What were the charges?" James said unsettled.
"They thought I betrayed you, and that I killed the bastard who really betrayed you, and i almost did, before he blew apart the street, killing 12 muggles, and making it look like I killed them." Sirius said sternly.
"That rat-bastard. That mother-."
"Sirius, how's Remus doing?" James asked.
"He's doing –." The door flew open, an old man walked though followed by the old man Sirius had already become acquainted with.
"There you are! I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Potter for this man bothering you. Mr. Black, you've caused enough damage, now please, follow me if you ever hope to go back to your realm." The new old man said.
"Umm, well, I'd like to stay here with James and Lilly." Sirius said quietly.
"No Sirius, I love you, but you belong back on earth, with Harry, you must help the fight, you will be here in time my old friend, in time" James said gloomily.
"I understand James" Sirius nodded gloomily, he gave both James and Lilly and a hug and followed the man sobbing the whole way.
Finally, they reached a door, "Percivus, please wait here." The new old man said, the other man nodded, and stopped where he stood. As Sirius and the man took a seat, the man started talking.
"Hundreds of years ago, before there was a Ministry of Magic, there was a stone room by itself, with only a veil inside. There was a very old man, who would stand in the room, offering advice, one day he told a man that this veil is a life for those who no longer lived. People may bring dead wizards and witches to the veil, and offer their soul to the veil so their soul may live again in another realm. For a century, people would bring dead to this place. As this century died, terrible things happened, people forgot about the veil, everyone who knew about the veil died and from then, no one knew about the veil, except one person." The man said.
"Who knew about the veil?" Sirius said politely thinking this man was surely not some one he should upset.
"Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The man said.
"For the past few years, he has been taking the bodies of the victims of Voldemort, and bringing them here." He said. Sirius nodded in understanding.
"Now, you can not live among the dead, you must be returned to the world of the mortal, do you understand?" Sirius nodded once again.
"It is now time for you to return, you will remember nothing of your being here." With that Sirius blacked out and awoke in a hospital bed.
"Where-where am I?" Sirius murmured.
"Hello there sir how are you feeling?" an old cheerful man asked him.
"Where in the hell am I?" the man questioned him rather rudely.
"You are in the honorable life of beyond the veil, sir" the odl man said, his cheery tone still not wavering.
"If you will please tell me your name we can speed up the process of getting you out of here" The man in formed him.
"The veil? What the hell is that, any way, my name is Sirius A. Black." Sirius said eager to hear more about the veil.
"And how did you die Sirius A. Black?" the man asked completely ignoring Sirius' question.
"Die, what the hell are you talking about die? I'm not dead! That bitch of a cousin of mine hit me with a stunning spell and I fell!" Sirius said fuming.
"I'M NOT DEAD" he repeated
"Are you quite sure it was not a killing spell, and then in honor of your most noble deeds?" The man said kindly.
"Noble?" Sirius snorted.
"What are you talking about? What 'noble deed'?" Sirius asked interested.
"You...mean to tell me you...have done nothing to earn you a place in the most honorable life beyond the veil??" The old man said disbelievingly.
"What the hell is this 'life beyond the veil' crap?" Sirius said angrily.
"This 'crap' as you so ineloquently put it, is where wizards or witches who died go if they've done something extremely noble during their life." The old man said not nearly as polite as when Sirius first arrived.
"What sort of noble deed would get you here?" Sirius asked curiously.
"Self sacrifice for the good of another person/s, a medical discovery curing many people, vanquishing evil, things like that" the man said losing every graceful and kind quality he had.
"I must go see the creator" the man gave a very fake and insincere bow and left before Sirius could ask any other questions. Sirius, not paying attention to detail previously, noticed that the old man was standing in front of a white and gold podium, with a large and dusty book, completely contradicting the podium in which it stood. Not able to contain his curiosity he made his way to the podium and turned through the pages. It seemed to be an address book. The weird part about it was, the addresses he was reading, did not exact, and the people those addresses belonged to, were dead. Then it occurred to him, these people have homes in this life.
"Lilly and James" he whispered as his pulse quickened. He began turning pages like mad looking for the last name Potter. Finally he found it 'Potter, Lilly, Potter, James; Residence: Block E, House 5. Sirius tore out the section of the page with their address and went in the direction of the old man full sprint. He saw signs, white boards with gold inscriptions. First he saw a sign for block A. Continuing along he found Block B. He continued this pursuit until he reached a sign for Block E, keep in mind he sprinted the entire way, hundred meters from sign to sign and Sirius was no muggle runner.
He took a deep breath and turned down the lane leading to Lilly and James' house. He looked to his left; he saw build 32, to his right, building 9. He continued running down this lane seeing no pattern of numbers after 15 minutes of search he came to building 5. He walked slowly to their door , trying to decide what to say to his best friend who had had not seen in 16 years. He took a long, deep breath, and then he knocked once, twice, and finally a third time.
"Who is it?" he heard James' voice from behind the door.
"Padfoot" he announced strongly with a large grin upon his face.
"Padf-..." James started and the door swung open.
"Sirius! Oh my god Sirius!" James said tearfully as he embraced Sirius in a hug.
"What's Wrong James?" Lilly asked poking her head though the door on the opposite end of the room.
"Sirius, oh lord Sirius its great to see you!" Lilly screamed rushing across the room and joining the hug.
"Lilly, James, I never thought I'd see you again" Sirius sobbed. After an hour of this, they all calmed down...slightly.
"How'd you die Sirius? Was it that rat bastard Voldemort?" James said angrily.
"I'm not dead, I fell through the veil, that old bat at the podium is not quite happy about it Prongs." Sirius informed.
"How's Harry? Is he doing well in school? What's he like, does he look like James or I?" Lilly said anxiously.
"His a spitting image of James." Sirius announced proudly. Telling by Lilly's look she was a bit sad by this.
"No one can mistake his eyes though Lilly. It is quite obvious he has your eyes." Lilly instantly cheered up.
"He has a love for quiditch James, I think he'd give you a run for your money at seeker." Sirius laughed.
"That's my boy." James said proudly.
"Your son is the bravest of his age besides his friends. He is partly the reason I'm here. For the past few months, Harry has been seeing some things threw Voldemorts eyes, such as an attack on his friends father. Voldemort must have realized this because he made Harry think they had and were torturing me near the prophecy involving him and Voldemort, Harry and a few people who were in the D.A.; the Ministry interfered with their defense against dark arts class and pretty much ruined the purpose of it., Harry started this club to teach students who wanted to learn how to defend themselves properly, they had to do it all under the nose of the Ministry, it's quite impressive.
"When they arrived at the department of secrets sure enough no one was there but Harry found the prophecy, out of no where, Lucious Malfoy, and several other Death eaters showed up demanding Harry hand over the prophecy, Harry was too smart for that. Their was quite a bit of a struggle and fighting, in the end I was dueling with my cousin Bellatrix Lestange. She hit me with a stunner and knocked me through the veil."
"How did you know that Harry survived the attack that killed you both?" Sirius asked meekly.
"When you die, your soul lingers for a bit, we saw Voldemorts destruction and Harry's continued life. We are still puzzled by how he survived, we just had to assume it had to do with the prophecy." James explained.
"So Harry has been living with you since we've been umm indisposed, right?" Lilly said worriedly.
"Well, um, no, until Harry was 13, I was in Azkaban" Sirius said.
"No", Lilly gasped.
"What the hell for? What were the charges?" James said unsettled.
"They thought I betrayed you, and that I killed the bastard who really betrayed you, and i almost did, before he blew apart the street, killing 12 muggles, and making it look like I killed them." Sirius said sternly.
"That rat-bastard. That mother-."
"Sirius, how's Remus doing?" James asked.
"He's doing –." The door flew open, an old man walked though followed by the old man Sirius had already become acquainted with.
"There you are! I'm sorry Mr. and Mrs. Potter for this man bothering you. Mr. Black, you've caused enough damage, now please, follow me if you ever hope to go back to your realm." The new old man said.
"Umm, well, I'd like to stay here with James and Lilly." Sirius said quietly.
"No Sirius, I love you, but you belong back on earth, with Harry, you must help the fight, you will be here in time my old friend, in time" James said gloomily.
"I understand James" Sirius nodded gloomily, he gave both James and Lilly and a hug and followed the man sobbing the whole way.
Finally, they reached a door, "Percivus, please wait here." The new old man said, the other man nodded, and stopped where he stood. As Sirius and the man took a seat, the man started talking.
"Hundreds of years ago, before there was a Ministry of Magic, there was a stone room by itself, with only a veil inside. There was a very old man, who would stand in the room, offering advice, one day he told a man that this veil is a life for those who no longer lived. People may bring dead wizards and witches to the veil, and offer their soul to the veil so their soul may live again in another realm. For a century, people would bring dead to this place. As this century died, terrible things happened, people forgot about the veil, everyone who knew about the veil died and from then, no one knew about the veil, except one person." The man said.
"Who knew about the veil?" Sirius said politely thinking this man was surely not some one he should upset.
"Albus Wulfric Brian Dumbledore." The man said.
"For the past few years, he has been taking the bodies of the victims of Voldemort, and bringing them here." He said. Sirius nodded in understanding.
"Now, you can not live among the dead, you must be returned to the world of the mortal, do you understand?" Sirius nodded once again.
"It is now time for you to return, you will remember nothing of your being here." With that Sirius blacked out and awoke in a hospital bed.
"Where-where am I?" Sirius murmured.