Prologue

Jo Rowling may have written up these characters and stuffs, but she never said what happen to Sirius… not yet anyways… It's still hers of course. I'd never want to take that from Jo.

By Padfoot

Well, this is just a short little prologue, hope it intrigues you. Kind of like Moony's 'Into the Spirit World' (which I strongly advise you to read after this), but not. It just starts kind of the same. Sirius falling through the veil and what happens to him afterward. I'll shut up now. Enjoy! - Padfoot

This room was larger than the last, dimly lit and rectangular, and the center of it was sunken, forming a great stone pit some twenty feet below them. They were standing on the topmost tier of what seemed to be stone benches running all around the room and descending in steep steps like an amphitheater, or the courtroom in which Harry had been tried by the Wizengamot. Instead of a chained chair, however, there was a raised stone dais in the center of the lowered floor, and upon this dais stood a stone archway that looked so ancient, cracked, and crumbling that Harry was amazed the thing was still standing. Unsupported by any surrounding wall, the archway was hung with a tattered black curtain or veil which, despite the complete stillness of the cold surrounding air, was fluttering very slightly as though it was just been touched.

- Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

The veil that was between him and whatever was beyond the archway seemed to coaxingly and teasingly open. Sirius fell closer to it. He couldn't help it. He couldn't feel himself. It was like it was calling him, but he refused to go. Sirius would not go, he could not go. There was a battle going on in that very same room, at that same time. But, as though an invisible force was coming out from the archway, Sirius fell through it.

Darkness. Darkness was all he could see as he seemed to fall, slowly and helplessly, to the unknowing depths of the veil. He didn't fall that far, because before long he hit solid floor, although he hardly felt any pain at all. It was still dark. The dark consumed him, like a thick blanket covering his entire body.

It was scary. One second, he was sitting in his damned house, the next second, everybody from the Order was rushing to the Ministry, and then he was dueling with his cousin… and now he was here. He didn't even know where he was.

Then, a hand closed upon his arm, it was a thin, long fingered hand, and it pulled him to his feet. Well, not the hand necessarily, but the arm and body attached to the hand. It was a woman. Her pale face was in front of his.

She had thick, black hair, which brushed against her shoulders, and bangs that went down and covered some of her eyes. Her eyes were the unusual part. It was odd to see, against pale skin and dark, dark hair to see bright blue eyes. She looked younger than Sirius, only a little over the age of twenty.

She looked at him skeptically, surveying every inch of him.

Sirius was just about to speak when she said, her voice quiet and soft, "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

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