A/N: This is actually the longer version of it. The short version (of exactly a hundred words) can be found at my LJ.
Warnings: …Character death? Not that, you know, he wasn't already dead.
Disclaimer: I don't own them. So sad.
Summary: hp100 challenge. A black-robed skeleton appeared before him, scythe held out in a way that told Sirius that he would not, in fact, be passing any time soon.
Sirius opened his eyes. Blinked. Looked around at his dull, drab surroundings. Noticed (belatedly) that he was still in the position of falling, even though he didn't seem to be going anywhere. Slowly and uncertainly, he stood up. Feeling firm ground beneath his feet, he jumped a couple of times, pulled out his wand, and prepared to jump back through the veil.
A black-robed skeleton appeared before him, scythe held out in a way that told Sirius that he would not, in fact, be passing any time soon.
The ex-convict snarled and jumped right through the apparition. Death did not react, even when he pushed the veil harshly to the side, nearly ripping it off its arch. It just grinned, because it couldn't do anything else, and shook his head.
Sirius stopped trying to breath. He looked around again, dropping his wand to the floor. There was nothing there—no people, no lights, just a wall and a tattered veil and Death staring at him pointedly. Sirius snarled. He wasn't dead. He refused to believe it.
Death believed.