Plot Line (c): Anc1entalchemy
Background:
This story picks up basically right where the Order of the Phoenix left off. We're back down in the Department of Mysteries. The storyline kinda jumps slightly ahead for the Harry Potter part because I don't want to sit here and write out the last few chapters of OoTP. This first part is extremely short, but I just wanted to get that part out of the way. This fic won't be very long I think, unless some unintentional plot creeps up and forces me to keep writing. Check back later when the real first chapter is up...which will be longer, I have a feeling the chapters will start to get longer as the plot and characters develop.
Harry is devastated by the fact that Sirius is forever gone. But is he? All the while he has been looking through the veil, watching Harry deal with his teenage life. Every night he visits his dreams and gives him advice in the form of anyone else. Will Harry ever realize that the bond between himself and his godfather cannot be broken by a simple veil?
"Come on you can do better than that!" Sirius bellowed.
He would say anything; do anything to get this monster away from Harry and the others. The longer he took to take care of her, the more time and opportunity they would have to get away. Another thought that floated behind the other was one of the simple thrills of living again. Being out here away from his home and caves and being able to face other wizards. The wand in his hand felt alive, it made an electric feeling of life flow through his veins, making him the once amazing wizard he had been.
Suddenly he felt as if all the life around him had been ripped out through a hole the size of a needle. All of his feelings, memories, and life drained away from him. Time had never moved so slowly. Every second felt like a life time, if only it could all end and he could be on the ground, if this one feeling he was holding on to could end. The feeling was the worst one he had ever experienced, even with all of his time in Azkaban. It held all the emptiness and coldness of nothing, he had never known what death felt like, this must be what it was. He must be dying.
Slowly the face of his godson came floating across his mind. He needed to hang on, he needed to survive, he needed to save Harry from the horrible childhood he would be back at in a few days. He couldn't put him through a childhood like he had lived. He stumbled backwards trying to get away from the feeling. Thinking that only if he could runaway then he could the feelings of death behind and he could live, live for Harry.
Agreat warmth came over him. It engulfed him and suffocated him. It was inviting, caring, loving. All of his memories momentarily left him; this new feeling was all he cared about. Slowly his body fell beyond the veil, into the nothingness pit that lay behind. His last fleeting thought before he was completely gone was that he hoped Harry had a good life and could get over the fact that his godfather had now left him, at least he would soon be with James and Lily and the three of them could look over Harry from wherever they were.