Basic Idea (c) to J.K. Rowlings.
Hogwarts, and everything that has to do with it (c) J.K. Rowlings.
Original Characters (c) Riven
Plot and Story (c) Riven

Well start off with Sirius then switch back to Harry. I promise in the next chapter I'll have more written about Sirius and what he's going through. Right the story is more about what Harry is going through. But the story is about how they communicate so I need that part. The story is moving kinda slowly because I don't really know where I want to go with this. It has millions of possibilties just floating around. You can send me some ideas if you wish, don't know if I'll do them and won't tell you if I'm going to so I don't ruin it if I don't, but it would be nice to hear what kind of creativity there is going on around there. Or just write one of your own then e-mail me and tell me that. I love reading abour Sirius and how he LIVES or at least SURVIVES the evilness of J.K. Rowling's end of OotP. /rant. Heh...enjoy.

Sirius laid in the corner with his knees pulled close to his body. He was becoming colder by the minute. The bite that only wind could bring seemed to be stingy his toes and slowly moving up his body. Instinctively his mind gave the command for his body to start the transformation into a big and fluffy dog. He sat in a state of anxiousness, awaiting the warm fur to swallow his human body. To allow the warmth to sink in and send the cold running for the shadows. A moment later he realized the fur wasn't coming, the cold was still there, he was still human. He was stuck as a human in this inescapable, bleak box that was trying to close in on his mind. His throat gave a small whimper; his mind was in dog form even if his body refused to change. He could not scream, speak, and make any noises except for the small whimpering sounds of dogs. His ears picked up the sound and he sat up quickly. Remembering how he could never hear anything else before, but then again maybe he was hearing it in his head. He forced his throat to continue the sound. It did not bounce off the walls, it did nothing. It was in his head. With a defeated sigh he slumped over on the cold and invisible floor.

As time passed on Sirius lay in the curled ball whimpering for his hide to form, and for the tail to start thumping against the darkness. Maybe he could escape this place, just like he could escape Azkaban. Hell even Azkaban was starting to seem appealing in contrast to this black hole. At least there were other beingd there; at least you could hear every little thing and most importantly your own voice. He felt as if he would crazy if another hour passed by him. He couldn't smell, see, and hear. All of his most important senses were gone and all he had left was his mind and his body. This was no comfort to him in any way. He shook his head from side to side just to feel the hair on his shoulders. His bulk slowly fell backwards and the spinning sensation was starting to come back over him. This place was nothing like anything else. It was so unbelievably uncomfortable and insensible. He thought back over every worst memory and every memory of senses, sights, sounds, touches, everything. As he shuddered in thought over some of the worst nights of his life, he slowly came to realize that they were nothing. They were heaven, utter and complete joy in comparison to this place. If he could have one wish it would be to end his life, end it and close this thing that was growing inside of him. The idea that he would forever be stuck in nothingness, stuck there until the end of time and then perhaps beyond was starting to fill his mind. In its tracks were left feelings that set him in a state of loss and defeat.

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Harry awoke himself up with a blood curdling scream. His sheets were soaked with the sweat from the nightmare. Through out his body he felt drained off all emotion, strength, and thought. All except one. He had dreamed of Sirius this night. Though it was unlike any other dream he had ever had before, unlike any of the constant nightmares of Sirius' death. This one held him in a black box. He was trapped inside and everyone passed by him and stopped and pointed and laughed. Harry and Ron were walking down the street when they saw a crowd of people surrounding this unbelievably tall box. They looked at each other with curiosity in their eyes. The pair joined the crowd and fought themselves to the front. Inside was a man. He was running around in circles and occasionally running straight into the wall then flying back the other way.He was scraggly and distraught and seemed to not even notice that he had hit anything for he would lift himself up and continue on in madness.

The entire box started morphing. It turned into a huge curved archway made completely out of black stone. Harry and Ron's laughter died off as they watched the spectacle. Slowly the memories from the Department of Mysteries flooded Harry's mind and he realized that it was Sirius inside the box. Harry threw himself at the outside of the cel lto get to Sirius. He would do anything for Sirius; for him to even look at Harry and stop the insane run. No matter what he did he could not get through the barrier. Slowly the blackness begun to spin around him. Everyone was fading away and the bleakness of it all was swallowing him whole. Suddenly his body lurched from the ground and he shot into the sky. As he was flung high above the city he seemed to be transported into another time or place. His eyes, which had shut from the force of the wind, flung open as he stopped.

As he looked around he realized he was in Dumbledore's office. He had a feeling of deja vu. Again he was facing the fireplace in a big comfy chair that adorned Dumbledore's office. He turned around feeling as if this is what is supposed to happen and he had done it a million times before. With a smile and a nod from Dumbledore, Harry turned back towards the fireplace and waited for someone to appear. The dark box seemed to fly out of his mind at the prospect of something bigger happening. Sirius' head appeared and Harry dropped to his knees.

"Hello Harry" was all he said with a small sympathetic smile.

"Sirius! Where are you? How are you? Are you alive? Sirius..." Harry whispered afraid that if he yelled he might wake up from this magnificent dream and it would have all just been a...dream.

"Oh Harry, why do you ask such things? Of course I'm fine. And why wouldn't I be alive? I didn't die; I'm not James, Harry..."

"Well of course you are not, Sirius. But the archway, Bellatrix, the Department of Mysteries..." Harry said as his eyes trailed away in a confused state. It couldn't have all been a big joke, or a dream of some sort. It was all so real. As his eyes traveled back up to the fireplace Sirius' head begun to transform. With wide eyes Harry started to reach his hand out towards his godfather again. The same pain lapsed throughout his hand as the flames licked the entire skin of his hand.

"Sirius no! Don't leave me! Not again! Please Sirius! not again..." He trailed off into a whisper. A deep and quick intake of breath passed through his lips as his eyes took in the view that played out in front of him. The transformation was complete and the void, where Sirius was moments before, was filled with the dark hood of Voldermort's cloak. Slowly Harry begun to inches his way backwards. He found the chair with his hand, he moved slowly to stand beside it. He felt he would need the support of it's bulk.

"Hello Harry Potter. We meet again, for the last time. Please take a seat, my Death Eaters will be here shortly." Voldermort's slimy voice crawled out from underneath the hood that adorned his unearthly head.

"Yeah...I'm sure they will. Because they all have the power to just walk around casually and into Hogwarts. Especially since Dumbledore is here. Now stop playing around...Where's Sirius?" Harry asked in a shaky voice that he tried to make sound solid and confident.

"What Dumbledore? We killed him three nights ago. What's a matter? Did your precious Order of the Phoenix not get the great news to their precious Boy-Who-Lived?" Voldermort laughed a quiet evil laugh that seemed to fill the room and Harry's eardrums.

"The Order would have told me immediately. And there is no way you could have killed Dumbledore. He is twice as powerful as you. Besides he is sitting right here behind me." Harry said while pointing his finger over his shoulder towards Dumbledore's desk.

"Really? I don't see any Dumbledore. Do you Bellatrix?" He asked in a bittersweet voice that seemed to mock Harry's very existence, least of all what he had told Voldermort a mere second ago. Harry, with wide eyes, turned around as he felt the breath of another on his neck. As his head whipped around his nose hit the protruding one of another's. Harry stumbled backwards towards the fireplace. A hand gripped his robes and ripped him down onto the floor in front of the fire. Bellatrix waltzed forward and hovered over his still body.

"Hey there Harry. How's the dear cousin doing? Haven't seen him since the accident. He had the nerve to not even write me! Me! His own cousin! tsk tsk. I would ask you tell him next time you see him, but I don't think that will be happening any time soon. Unless you wish to join him in that pretty little archway. Is that what you wish Harry?" Beatrix whispered down into his mind, shoving every sarcastic word down his throat and forcing him to face the facts of his godfather being gone, and the fact that he could be joining him behind the veil at any moment. Not to mention the one who caused it all to happen was standing inches away from him.

"Hello Beatrix." Harry said slowly with a complete look of disgust that would even surprise Snape.

"Aww. What's the matter Potter dear? Do you not like me? And here I was thinking you would just adore me."

"Bellatrix, that is enough. Bring the boy back up to his feet so that I may speak to him. There are a few things I would like to go over." Voldermort said in short angered words from the fireplace.

"Oh right, sorry my lord. Get up boy!" With that she kicked him harshly in the sides and stepped back a few steps so that they could have their "talk".

Harry stumbled up onto his feet and glared down at his match. Slowly the world was fading around him, the fire seemed to be getting closer and everything was getting ever warmer. He felt his hand dig into a pot and felt sand in-between his fingers. He shouted out a place that sounded so foreign that it was near impossible that his mouth could have said it. He was in such a state of anger that he seemed to be moving automatically and without any thought. He came back to reality when he felt the familiar spinning of the floo network. As he was thrown from the fireplace he coughed slightly and doubled over. A dry heave over came his body and he instantly stood upright afterwards. His wand was in his hand and he was looking around. Voldermort and ten others were surrounding him, slowly overcoming the distance between them. They were all too close. He could almost feel their breaths on his body.

"Stop...all of you, stop. He is mine." Voldermort commanded and they all stopped instantly and fell backwards to their positions.

Harry screamed at Voldermort for ever making him think he was Sirius, for giving him a wave of contentness and happiness. He did not know what caused the out roar, all he knew was that he could not stop it from coming. He could sense the feeling of surprise and shock radiating from Voldermort. Though he could not see the expression on the hidden face, he could sense it through the mental connection the two opposites contained.

Before he knew it, he was back in his room at the Dursleys. His scar throbbed as if threatening to burst his head apart. He fell back into his bed and sighed deeply. It had all been a dream. That had to have been the worst dream yet. He couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. He knew the war was coming, and the confrontation between himself and Voldermort. His eyes started to glaze over as his uncle came bursting through his door.

"What the hell do you think you are doing screaming like that? Especially at this time of night? What will the neighbors think? Answer me that boy." Vernon said between clenched teeth trying to keep himself from screaming and furthering the destruction that they would be facing in the morning. His faced was already filled with a deep purple and the veins in his neck seemed to want to burst through the skin and attack Harry on their own accord.

Harry looked over at him with a sigh. "Do you really think I have ever given a damn what the neighbors think?" Harry said slowly with a bored look playing across his face.

"First you don't come home at all and your aunt forces me to leave the place unlooked, then you get home and start screaming like a mad man. Mark my words. You will be out of this house, do you hear me boy. Your aunt and I will not stand for this." He said without bothering to hide his anger anymore. With that floating about the air he turned on his heel and slammed the door shut. A few seconds later Harry could hear Vernon slam his own door shut then the silence that filled the house only at night settled back down about the place. As Harry was wide awake he decided to get up and write a letter, one that had been in the back of his mind for quite sometime. He had finally chosen who to send it to.

So we still have no idea where Sirius is do we? Harry could be seeing the future through out this WHOLE chapter, but would I really do that? Doubtful. Possibility if I get too busy/lazy/tired of this story. But don't worry that won't happen for awhile especially since summer is in about six weeks. Yes see this what happens when I stay up and write instead of going to sleep. I start to ramble. So I'm stopping it here. Well after I say a few words to reviewers.

Thanks again to all my reviewers.

Ilana Starr-

Of course he will. Through dreams. Isn't that in my intro?

Padfoot Reincarnated-

Yes, Poor dear Sirius. Didn't mean for this story to be sad and depressing from his view, but couldn't help it. It'll all work itself out...eventually. I tend to write happy endings.

RockPaperSirius-

Hehe, well you didn't find that out in this chapter. But I think I'll start some of those answers in the next one. I think this one is longer. Is it? I was writing a lot about the dream then remembered that this story was suppose to be about Sirius not all about Harry and Voldermort, so I kinda closed that part off. Like I said, I need sleep. So this chapter might be a little...off from the main story point. Don't know why I'm writing this all under here. Feel special I guess, you got me to start typing.