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A Sirius Problem
Chapter 1: So It Begins
It had been at least a month since Sirius Black had by gone beyond the veil and most of the Order Members were still were mourning over his death. Harry Potter, of course, took to fits of crying at the mere mention of his godfather. He was a very skinny boy with jet black hair that was unusally untidy and messy. Eyes, so like his mother, green and almond-shaped. He had a lightning shape scar on his forehead left from Voldemort, a dark wizard with ice for blood, whom killed his parents. What he didn't know, and all the other people whom knew Sirius as dead, was at this very second he was awaking and alive.
Sirius Black was a handsome but gloomy man in his 30's last time he was awake. He had been dueling with his cousin, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, a Death Eater. All he remembered was she hit him with a stunner and he fell into the veil. He was beyond it and in a circular room must like the entrance to the Department of Mysteries. The room however wasn't dark blue, but still dark. It was a dark green with white flames around it. It had two doors on either side of him.
He opened his eyes, that were now fill with live like they use to be. He stood up with his wand in hand. He didn't know what was happening and was scare as the last thing he saw was his godson's face fill with fear for him. He quickly ran to one door, but no matter how he tried couldn't buck it. He rushed to the other to no avial. He backed up toward where he was laying just moments ago.
"Don't be scare, Sirius Black," said a voice behind him.
He turned around and noticed a cloaked figure. He instantedly went to aim his wand at him. He couldn't see the visage of this person as it was hidden by its hood.
"Don't Sirius, I'm not going to harm you," the figure went on, calmly.
"Who are you?" Sirius asked, firmly, but gasped as he heard his voice had change. "What happened to me? Where's Harry?"
"Easy Sirius," the figure replied, softly, and pointed towards a mirror. "Go check yourself out."
Sirius didn't say a word and toward to face the mirror. He let out another gasp of shock. There was his reflection staring back at him, but it wasn't his or it used to be his. It was his 16 year old self. Handsome, vivous eyes, dark hair down to his ears. He touched himself to make sure it was real. It was him, but how? He turned back to the figure whom was now sitting on a couch that just appeared.
"How is this possible?" Sirius said, puzzled by all this.
"Sirius come and sit down," the figure patted the spot beside him. "I'll explain about it all," he added with a smile though his face was still in shadow. Sirius slowly joined him and sat down. "Now you're were in the Department of Mysteries and your cousin(Sirius snorted in disgust)hit you with a stunner, thus you fell into the Veil that usually send somebody to its end."
"I know that part..." Sirius trailed off a bit.
"Well, however, at sorten times it sends you to this place, so you could recieve a new life," the figure replied, softly. "You had been lucky that you fall into it at those times. You now could relive your life, sort of. It is still the same year.Your godson still alive and about to enter his sixth year at Hogwarts. It has been about a month since you seen him. He and everybody else thinks you die.Allow me to continue, Sirius, before any comments or questions you might have. You can chose between going back to Hogwarts with Harry," he motioned to one of the doors and it glowed blue, "or chose a new place to live your life," he pointed to the other door which glowed red. "Your choice, Sirius, but nobody will know it's you. It's your choice to reveal them that, but I urge you not to until a sorten period of time pass. So, I'll left you now to decide upon your future."
"Wait, sir, I could help protect Harry without him noticing, right?" Sirius asked, shouting as the figure was fading away.
"The choice is yours, Sirius," he replied, calmly. "Good-bye for now until we meet again," and with that he was gone.
"Wait..." Sirius begun, but it was too late. "Meet again?" he whispered to himself.
After sometime he decided upon where to go. He went towards the still glowing blue door. He sighed, softly, he was sixteen again. He placed his hand onto the knob and turned it. It opened and a bright glow appeared around him. His new life beginning and a new mission on his mind. He vanished from the room and the door closed behind him.
