Another World
By Moony
JKR owns everything…
Chapter 3
After a breakfast, Tonks, Moody, Dumbledore, and Remus set out for the Death Realm. Remus had only heard of it slightly before. Something his mother talked about as, creepy and mysterious. Nobody really liked to go there. The Death Realm was where the angels took the Spirits into hell, or the Spirit World. And it was really creepy. You watched as a wispy white spirit would float from the dead body of someone you once knew. And then you knew you would only see that spirit again, when you died. It was all very morbid and melancholy, and not too many people brought bodies to the Death Realm. Most just buried them, and later the angels would come to take their spirits. The only people who usually took bodies the Death Realm were poor people and Seers. Seers for some reason, believed that the Death Realm was the only place your spirit could be taken away.
Remus wasn't afraid. He wes sort of… well… he didn't know how to describe it. He really didn't want to be out on an assignment again. For a long time, he hadn't had to do one, and it had been nice. He could be alone, he could dwell on memories. He didn't have to be on his guard every second of every minute of every hour of every day. Well, now he was back on the duty. That was the sort of feeling.
The chilly autumn air nipped Remus's nose. Remus had always loved autumn. Autumn meant Hogwarts was starting soon. Autumn meant beautiful leaves. Autumn meant happiness to him.
And as he was strolling down memory lane, they stopped in front of a morbid looking building. Didn't angels make things beautiful? This place looked like the entrance to hell rather than the Death Realm.
Tonks seemed to be thinking among the same lines as him, her eyebrows were raised so high they looked as if they would split. Her hair was turning pink.
Their eyes caught each other, and they exchanged glances for a moment, before heading into the building.
An old looking wizard was standing behind a desk.
"Name?" he asked, in a bored, monotonous tone.
"Albus Dumbledore."
The man scrutinized him for a moment, "Dead wizard's name?"
That was really nice, Remus thought. Why not deceased wizard's name? It sounded much more nice. He could see why not too many people brought their relatives to the Death Realm.
"We do not bring a dead body. I have an appointment with the angels… Norlock and Adanis," Dumbledore said.
The man raised his eyebrows, and put the book he had been searching in away. He withdrew another, very old dusty book, and opened it. The spine cracked, as the man's fingers went down the page.
"Ah! Dumbledore. Go right ahead into room 12. They are waiting for you."
The four of them walked in. It was indeed a very morbid building. Each room had windows that were gray and dark, and Remus thought he had seen a storage room of coffins with dead bodies. Ech. What kind of perseon would like a funeral like this? What if the angels did something wrong? Did that mean there were spirits floating around here?
Remus put the questions out of his mind as they came to room twelve. Dumbledore pushed open the door gently as they went in. Tonks was shivering. It was quite cold after all.
There were two wizards standing around. They were ugly, Remus had to admit. Dressed in ragged, patched black robes and their faces were lopsided it seemed. They seemed different from most wizards. Indeed, their cheeks were rosier, and they did not seem to age, even though you could tell they must be old by the way they spoke. There was some sort of glow around them, some sort of radiance and heat they were giving off. But why were they different like that? And where were the angels?
"Norlock, Adanis?" Dumbledore asked, extending his hand. So they were angels!
But weren't angels like ghosts. Ghosts couldn't touch anything, yet, these two angels shook Dumbledore's hand. Remus had always imagined angels to be beautiful women and handsome men, dressed in spotless, pure white robes and clean and having golden halos about their heads. Apparently not.
"Dumbledore! It has been a while since you have come to visit the Death Realm! Sit down! Sit down!" one man said, gesturing toward some chairs. They all took seats.
"Now, I do have a most serious matter to discuss with you," Dumbledore said again.
How funny. They were discussing Sirius.
That stupid pun that had been around for years. Sirius loved it. And everyone always made jokes about it. But this time, no one laughed. Remus and Tonks caught glances again. Remus thought Tonks looked furious about Dumbledore bringing up that pun again.
"It seems, the passing away of Sirius should not have happened, and it was a terrible, terrible accident that might affect the war we are in today."
The two men nodded solemnly.
"And we must bring Sirius back, or this world might be doomed to a terrible fate."
What terrible fate? Why was it so important? And why wouldn't Dumbledore tell anyone?
"However, we find, the only way to do this, would be to enter the Spirit World, and bring an angel along with someone to retrieve the spirit, and bring the two spirits back."
This time, one of them was shaking his hand vigorously. "Oh no, it is taboo. It is against the laws of the angels to bring back a dead spirit. Besides, we need a living person to do that, and I'm sure no living being would like to venture into such a place, being how high the risks are."
"Norlock, you must look at the circumstances. If Sirius Black is not brought back, the world may be doomed. Even perhaps, it might affect the Spirit World."
"You still have not a living being to do this, even if we agree."
"But alas, I do. This man here, named Remus Lupin, has agreed so to do it."
Remus saw Norlock's eyebrows raise at him.
"You know of the risks involved?" he asked Remus.
"I do sir," Remus said.
"And you are still willing?"
"Yes sir."
"Dumbledore sir, this is out of our hands. This is one of the highest, most important laws of the angels, and we cannot do as we like to break it, even under special circumstances. However, we advise you to bring the matter to the Angel Council, and the head of the Council. They are the ones who make the laws, and they are the ones who allow special rules to be broken by Livings," the other man, Adanis, replied.
"Thank you for your time," Dumbledore said, nodding curtly.
"We are sorry we could not be more helpful," Norlock said.
"No, no. You have been very helpful. I thank you."
"Good-bye, friend," Adanis said.
Great, more angels, Remus thought. That had been a waste of time. But Remus was quite glad to leave the building. So where was the council located? The Death Realm 2? Hopefully it would be better than the Death Realm.
Sorry they're so short. I'll try making them longer. -Moony
SHOUT-OUTS:
Dragon: Er…. Uh-oh. Eek. I'll try!
Donatella: Jenna/Peter, don't call me Claire on the internet. My name on the internet is Moony. Totally different person. And yes, I am very evil. Thank you very much. Oh, and no. Because I didn't even write that story, so I couldn't make it clash. Padfoot wrote that story. Duh. This story is the sequel to Into the Spirit World. I want Sirius back too. I think we all do.
The Egyptian Sand Quill: Yay! Well, I can't tell you whether they bring Sirius back, because that is the whole plot!
CILVERBLOOD: Excitement galore! Yes – I actually do have a plot – for once!
ShOrTnSwEeT9013: YAY! I don't like slash, sorry.
Sirius-Black-Sfan: Ahh! Pressure!
Buffalo1fromsalem: COULD be interesting? It WILL be interesting!