Disclaimer: Don't own. 'Nuff said.

Author's Note: if anyone cares enough to notice, inside the veil is fairly similar to the place Dom went in his dream. Please Review! I haven't been getting as many lately, and I'd like too.

The Tales of Werewolves
Memories

Beep, beep, BEEP!

Dom groaned and whacked his wand on the ground to get it to be quiet, he also scraped his knuckled as he did, making another groan escape from his throat. He slowly got to his feet, his muscles protesting at every moment.

He grabbed the side of the eyeball/caldron to help himself up. He scooped its now liquid contents in his hands and wondered whether he could stomach it or not.

With one glance at the veil, he decided it didn't matter. He had to drink it. For Sirius.

He poured it from his hands into his mouth and gagged at the vinegary taste. As soon as he had swallowed the last of four cupped hands full, he felt cold all over.

Confidently fighting off the nausea, he stepped through the veil. The bright light that met him was almost blinding, and definitely bright enough to force Dom to close his eyes even with sunglasses on.

It faded and he was met with an odd purple-like blackness, with a silvery floor. The horizon glowed blue-green and Dom started running towards it.

The ground faded into a tiled floor, and there was a glowing blue wall with a door. Dom went through.

Bodies. Millions and millions of bodies, like a forest, all different ages, hanging in mid air from invisible nooses, suspended by nothing.

"Sirius."

When Dom's voice echoed in the distance and vibrated in his chest as if he had spoken it twice. Suddenly, for no apparent reason, he felt very claustrophobic and scared.

He jumped as his now racing heartbeat became loud enough to be heard and echo, like his voice had.

He turned to find the door again, but it wasn't there. Dom mentally swore, not wanting to out loud because of the echo.

Turning on his heal, he started running in a random direction as fast as humanly possible. He closed his eyes and let his gut feeling tell him when and where to turn. It was the best plan he had, so he stuck to it.

His gut made sure he didn't run into any bodies for at least seven minutes, until the plan failed.

Dom picked himself up off the ground, holding the back of his bruised head. At least there was no blood. Looking up, he felt the air leave his lungs.

He had run into Sirius. Dom stood and looked at Sirius' chest, which was at his head hight. He extended his arm and watched his hand shake as it neared Sirius' glowing body.

As soon as it made contact the glowing stopped and the body went limp, falling on top of Dom.

Dom shifted to free himself from under Sirius and held the unconscious nineteen-year-old close to his chest, cradling his head. He looked around and saw the door had reappeared behind him.

Distorted voices buzzed in Sirius' ears, they sounded like they were whispering. He tried to remember what had happened. He remembered his cousin, Bellatrix, firing a spell at him, it hit him in the chest and it felt like his ribs had broken from the force as he was flung backwards.

He took a deep breath and felt a stab of pain in his chest. Yep. Broken

He had gone threw a doorway or something, and then there was a light blue light and he had passed out.

He groaned and the whispering stopped. "Go. I'll explain it to him. Go." It sounded distant to Sirius, but was close at the same time. It was an adult males voice he didn't recognize, but sounded vaguely familiar.

"Sirius, can you hear me?"

"James?" Sirius mumbled.

"No. It's Harry. James is dead." Harry's voice was breaking with emotion. "Do you remember?"

Sirius put his hand to his forehead on opened his eyes. "Yeah, I remember, but I figured I was dead." He blinked the fuzziness out of his vision. "Are you sure you're not James? You look just like him. Except you have nicer glasses, and different eyes."

Harry smiled lopsidedly and moved his hair to show Sirius his famous scar.

"You're too old to be Harry."

"No… Sirius you fell behind the veil, and you've been there for nineteen years. We all though you were dead." Harry trailed off and looked away, his hair covering his face. His breathing was strangled as he tried to control his emotions.

Sirius sat up, gingerly holding his ribs.

"Do you know someone called Dom Riddle?" Harry asked, testing Severus and Flitwick's theory.

"Who?"

Harry sighed. They were right. 'Snape will never let us live this down.'

"In your seventh year you had two new teachers and a new Gryffindor student. I was the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher." Harry held up a hand before Sirius could interrupt.

"We went back in time, and used a spell so people who were there wouldn't remember, until it was this year. Since you were behind the veil, the spell didn't work on you and you can't remember details, like people's names or appearances."

"I can too." Sirius said gruffly.

"What was the Potion professor's name then?"

"Professor… "

"See."

Sirius looked down at the blankets draped over him. "I've missed out on a lot, haven't I?"

Harry smiled sympathetically, "I'll fill you in on the major events later, but there's something I need you to do and understand first."

"Sure, fire away."

"The student that came to your school the same time I did. I need to know everything you remember about him."

"He had the most beautiful eyes." Sirius started, without bothering to ask why. "But I can't remember what they looked like, I can only remember that's what I thought every time I saw them."

Sirius sighed and closed his eyes. He laughed slightly. "He would sneeze before he woke up, he was a mix of lots of breeds, his father was dark, and he whimpered when he cried… He saved my life and I loved him. I took his virginity and he left without a warning or explanation."

A tear ran down his face. He opened his eyes and sniffed. "I never spoke about him again, I tried not to think about him either but in Azkaban…" He trailed off, and then changed the subject. "Is Remus Ok? And you, when did you become a Werewolf?"

"Remus has been worse, and I became a Werewolf in my Seventh year, but that's not important. The kid, Dom, is dieing. He needs you."

"What?"

"You're his mate, he loves you, since you weren't here he got sick really quick, and he will die unless you're awake and in the same room as him. Looking after him. It's his vampire side, he's having trouble controlling it." He sounded desperate. "He's my adopted son." He started crying softly, "I know I should be happy you're back, but it's hard to be with Dom on his death bed."

Sirius made a quick decision. "Take me to him."

"On the way, I'll tell you some things that have happened in the nineteen years you've been gone."

Sirius had an arm around Harry as he went into Dom's room. He couldn't stand under his own power yet. Harry lowered him into a plush chair next to the bed, where someone he assumed was Dom, was lying.

He looked like a corpse, and Sirius knew that it was the boy he fell in love with, but he felt like he had never seen him before in his life. It didn't ring any bells in his memory either.

"When we found him in the Department, he was barely conscious. After he's slept for a while, we told him that you wouldn't remember him." Harry walked around to the other side of the bed. "He understands that it will probably take a while for you to get to know him again." He sat.

"But for now, we just need to keep him alive. We just broke his fever, and we can't get him to keep anything down, and he really needs to eat something. I'll keep you company until he wakes up."

Harry looked Sirius up and down. "You should have a shower. Can you make it to the bathroom?"

Sirius looked at the door on the other side of the room, leading into the bathroom. "I should be able too. Thanks, Harry, and I'm sorry I couldn't be there for you, but I'm glad you found someone, even if he is a Malfoy."

Harry smiled and pulled a shrunken book out of his pocket and put it on the table beside the bed before unshrinking it, "He's a Potter now, so don't be mean."

Sirius laughed and used the wall to help him stand and walk over to the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror as he lent on the sink.

He was nineteen again! He smiled and turned his head from side to side. He needed a shave, and he was too thin for his liking, but it would do.

His eyes still had that hollow look that they had gotten in Azkaban. They were the only physical reminder of what had happened before the veil.

He sat on the toilet and took his clothes off there, so he wouldn't have to stand up and loose his balance. He spent over an hour in the shower, sitting on the floor and thinking. Everything was finally sinking in.

Harry knocked on the door. "It's been ages, Sirius, I hope you haven't drowned!"

"I'm just thinking. I'll be right out!"

When he had dried and dressed, he went back out and sat next to the bad again, Dom had rolled from his back to his side, facing Sirius. He buried his head into the pillow slightly.

He sneezed, shaking his whole body as he did.

A smile spread across Sirius' face. It was a really cute sounding sneeze. Harry left the room, and as Dom's eyes fluttered open, Sirius' smile went from one of amusement and laughter, to a soft and caring one.

They really were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen.

"You must be Dom." Sirius knew how stupid that must have sounded.

Dom managed a weak smile and he brought his hand out from under the covers to shake hands. "Nice to meet you. Again." He could only manage a hoarse whisper, and Sirius barely heard it.

"Same." They shook hands, and Sirius could feel that Dom's skin was incredibly soft, and that his hand was shaking. As soon as they let go, Dom pulled his hand back into the cocoon of warmth that was his doona.

"How are you?" Dom asked.

"Sore, stiff, confused." His smiled faded. "I heard you were in bad shape, but I think that's an understatement."

Dom nodded and raised an eyebrow. "I heard you had no memory of me, but I think someone's filled you in."

"Yeah, on the basics, anyway. I'm sorry I can't remember. I can't imagine how this must be for you."

"It's hard, a-" Dom turned his head so he was coughing into his pillow and not at Sirius. When he stopped, he waited a few seconds before turning onto his back and hastily sitting up. "The bucket." He wheezed.

Sirius looked around and saw a small bucket a few feet away. He grabbed it and put it in Dom's lap.

Dom retched, it sounded horrible, and Sirius' stomach turned. Dom felt Sirius put a hand on his shoulder as he brought up small amounts of stomach acid and blood into the yellow bucket.

"How long has it been since you pulled me out of the veil?" Sirius asked softly, after Dom had finished. He took the bucket away and put it on the ground as Dom lay back.

"Two… Maybe three days… I wouldn't know… The curtains stay closed and… the candles stay lit." Dom managed to say around shaky breaths.

"Harry said you haven't been able to keep anything down."

Even when he was incredibly ill, Dom still made the word, "Yeah", sound like 'well, duh, did you see me just then, or did you skip off into a different room?'

"How can I help? I don't know much about Vampire mates."

"Just stay with me." Dom said sleepily. "I'll start getting better."

"You do know that it'll be hard for me to love you again. It's been years."

"I know. I'll live with that (hopefully), and until then, we can be friends."

"Cool. You should sleep. You look like you want to."

Dom nodded and snuggled back under the blankets. He closed his eyes and drifted off. Sirius stayed by the side of the bed. He knew it wouldn't take that long for him to fall back in love with Dom, he could already feel curtain feeling stirring in him.

He brushed Dom's curly tan curls off the sleeping boy's forehead, and could feel he had a temperature, but not a fever, so that had to be good.

Sirius stood, walked around the bed, and sat down on the bed next to Dom. He picked the book up and looked at a bit of paper taped to it.

Padfoot.
When you fell behind the veil, I started collecting bits of newspaper about curtain events. I presumed that since Dom was from the future, and wasn't completely human, he would have formed a bond with you. That meant he had to (somehow) bring you back, or he would die. I guess I was hoping for the earlier. I hope it clears some things up for you.
-Moony

'Good old Moony' Sirius thought as he opened the album. 'This ought to be interesting'.