Through the Veil
Sirius Black slipped. He wavered backwards for what seemed to be an age to the watching Harry. Teetering on the heels of his feet, arms flailing out sideways making large, sweeping movements as he attempted to grasp hold of something - anything. But to no avail. One moment he was there and the next…gone. No long drawn out squeal of anguish, no last begs for mercy. Just…gone.
The veil fluttered threateningly as if engulfed its most recent victim, blowing inwards briefly as if to remind the watchers of its deadliness.
He fell. The balls of his feet failing to scramble to safety, inch by inch, he slipped backwards over the edge. There was no merciful sharp edge to dull his senses, just…emptiness. Emptiness so severe it seemed to occupy emptiness. Emptiness inside emptiness, that's what it felt like to Sirius as he fell, and yet, he turned in his free fall - surprisingly feeling the blood rush to his head, he saw lights.
Few at first but then they grew larger, more prominent in his vision. Red, blue, green, many, many colours. The bright lights grew in front of him; becoming brighter, larger with some effort he turned and felt some sense of relief as his body righted itself. The blood gushed down his body, back to its respective place.
The lights did not diminish however. In fact they remained at a constant strength, except now…something else. Sounds, not just sounds - screams. Yes, that's what the noises were - and they were getting louder, louder, piercing his eardrums.
A bright light whooshed from down below, growing in size as it rushed at him as fast as he was rushing at it. The coloured lights were extinguished. Puff. The white began taking shape and Sirius could see that it was not simply light but the glowing silver of many, many spirits. The spirits were screaming, the spirits were trapped. And as they closed in around him he could hear their pleas, and all the time he was falling, falling…