Author's Note: I am not J.K Rowling, and can only hope to be as successful as her one day. The characters mentioned are hers, and I feel privileged to be borrowing them for this one-shot. So please, don't sue me. Thank you.
This one-shot is based during Order of the Phoenix, as I'm sure you can tell. It is not my personal opinion that Sirius is alive behind the veil, so don't bash me or flame me saying that he is dead, because I agree. Oh, and please don't bash me saying he is alive, either.Writing should be a challenge sometimes, and that's what this was for me, a challenge. I hope you like what you read and write a review, because I'd really appreciate it.
Behind the Veil
Sirius Black ducked Bellatrix's first jet of red light with ease, laughing in the face of his enemy in a way that only he could. The second one, however, hit him square in the chest, and he was sent reeling backwards, the look of shock and fear evident on his face, through the silent, flapping veil. The only sign that anything had happened was a strong flutter of material, and even that had ended within a moment.
On the other side, as he pushed himself up, heaving against the pain and fighting the exhaustion, and could hear voices. They seemed extremely far away to him, but he knew that they were on the other side of the veil, which hung still in the air in front of the archway, taunting and mocking him. He could not pass through; he found that out instantly, as an invisible force threw him back when he tried to touch it. Physical force was out, and so was magic, because he found that his wand had no power in the bare, clinically white, empty place where he stood.
So he stepped as close to the veil as he could without making contact, and strained to listen. He could hear Harry screaming his name, and hastened to scream back, "HARRY! HARRY! I'M HERE!" His efforts were in vain, though, because it was evident that Harry could not hear him. Lupin thought he was dead, and tried to tell Harry so, but Harry wouldn't listen. As Lupin pulled Harry away from the veil, it dawned on him that the two most important people in his life would come to believe that he was dead – for his godson would be convinced eventually, once the shock and grief passed. It was not himself that he was worried about, however, it was Harry. He had never made Harry wait for him, not since they'd come to know each other, and never would if he had any choice in the matter. Perhaps Harry would come back one day, out of curiosity, and find him, who could tell? Lupin, he thought, take care of him. Sirius knew that his old friend couldn't hear him, but he knew that he would do what he wished anyway – for that was the kind of man he was, and the reason that he was such a dear friend.
Sirius Black, escaped convict, listened as the battle wore down, until there was silence.
He stood there, waiting and listening, presumed dead, for what seemed like an eternity.
Nothing more than a man.
Alone.