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The Second Person Sirius Meets In Heaven
Sirius was sent spinning across the heavens. His mind was aching with vertigo as colors spiraled around him. Soon the sensation stopped abruptly as he was blasted across an incomprehensible distance.
He opened his eyes to find himself floating in the night sky. He was positioned high in the sky above a city. Sirius realized it was London, but not the London he remembered.
It was a horrible sight. Buildings were crumbling and burning. The night was full of sirens and screams. It was though a storm had hit; bridges were submerged and building deserted and ruined. The night sky was a deadlier sight; hanging above the city was a massive Dark Mark. It was imprinted into the stars like a constellation, casting the destroyed city into a deadly green glow.
Sirius looked at the massive green skull in horror. Slowly he began to drift downward into the depths of the crumbled city. After minutes of terror, Sirius landed in a cold dark street.
He looked at his hands and was once again surprised. His hands looked slightly larger than before. He felt his face. It was not as smooth as in Hogsmeade, but not really that different. Then he remembered; it was another moment of his life, a part where he was older.
He looked around. The tall building before him were dirty and unoccupied. The windows were shattered and the doors, blown off the hinges. The sidewalk was destroyed and streetlights were bent and broken. There was also a dirty, burnt car smashed into a building wall. The street was layered in charred skeletons.
Sirius looked up and nearly jumped in shock. It was Big Ben clock tower standing off behind more buildings. It looked relatively unharmed. There were only a few crucial differences. The clock's face was glowing bright green and the Dark Mark was burnt into it.
Sirius looked around in awfulness. Surely this wasn't heaven. This was no paradise. Who would ever want this for eternity?
Suddenly, footsteps broke the silence. Sirius turned around. The street had been overcome with a ghastly fog. The footsteps were coming closer, hundreds and hundreds of footsteps. It was as though a mob was walking through the fog.
Then Sirius saw them. The mass of people. The pale, cold bodies limping towards him. Their pitiless eyes, Their outstretched arms. Sirius's heart sank. Inferi.
He began to back away slowly from the cadavers. They continued to walk towards him, their faces expressionless, their bodies lifeless. All of them with their cold eyes on Sirius.
Sirius took out his wand, dread coming over him. How many of them could he overcome. It was hundred to one against him. He looked around desperately, looking for anything to save him.
He found it. The burnt car that had smashed into the building. Sirius, his face full of fear, pointed his wand at the car and cried, "Incendio!"
The ruined car caught flame immediately. The fire spread across it. The Inferi stopped in their pursuit. They watched lifelessly as the car burned ferociously.
Just has Sirius hoped, the flame reached the car engine. With a great surge of heat, the car erupted into a ball of fire.
The Inferi charged in the opposite direction. The zombie mob hobbled as quickly as they could, away from the fire. Sirius was overcome with relief, his heart pounding.
Then he was surmounted with a feeling a dread and hopelessness. A chill he knew all to well.
Whenever there is war, there is always the soldier. No matter what age, what gender, or what race, people fight. Some for glory, some for the good of their people, some because they fell obliged to. Some soldiers live, some soldiers die. War is just beginning for a soldier's life.
When Sirius and his friends graduated out of Hogwarts, they joined the Order of the Phoenix. It was the secret society against Lord Voldemort, the Darkest wizard of all. They became soldiers. They felt that they would aid the fight to stop this deranged murderer.
His parents did not care, mainly because they didn't know. His father was dead and mother was put of his life. No one cared he was risking his life, except Venus of course. But he know one told him not to join, like James's parents or Remus's mother. No one told him not to, so he did it.
When he was at Hogwarts, he never had a career in mind. When he joined the Order, it gave something to do. It was his job and responsibility. He was a soldier.
On one of the days before taking part in the Order, he and his Uncle Alphard walked down Diagon Alley towards Gringotts. His uncle, tall and slim, walked down the street with Sirius at his side. Sirius was silent, his stomach in a knot. It started to drizzle.
"So," said his Uncle. "You're joining the fight."
Sirius looked up to his uncle, his stomach clenching. He nodded.
"You nervous?" his uncle asked, looking in front of him.
"A little," answered Sirius, his hair getting wet as the rain trickled down. "A lot," he corrected.
"Good," said his uncle. "You should be nervous. This is no game going on." He stopped to look into one of the store windows. Ministry signs of wanted Death Eaters and warnings were pasted on them. Sirius remained silent.
Alphard looked down at Sirius. "Are you sure about this?" he asked quietly. Sirius thought for a moment the gave a defiant, "yes."
His uncle sighed. "Sirius, I'm risking a lot for giving you this money. Your mom will probably kill me for doing this. But you deserve this. You're justified to have the family fortune."
Sirius was silent. Was his uncle not going to give him the money.
"All I'm saying," continued Alphard, "is that this is serious business. You-Know-Who should not be reckoned with. This is war."
Sirius looked into his uncle's eyes, the rain starting to come down hard. "I'm sure about this uncle. I know what I'm doing."
They reached Gringotts and were silent the ret of the trip.
Sirius looked around. The street was now dark and cold. The air was icy cold as Sirius breathed puffs out of his mouth. Even the exploded car was extinguished. He slowly looked up.
Dementors were glided down from the sky, advancing on Sirius. Their hooded bodies closing in. The hooded faces, rasping in hunger. Their cold, dead hands stretched out.
Sirius was overcome with fear and hopelessness. Every bad memory stormed his mind. Dementors were still coming closer.
Sirius fell to his knees, his wand falling out of his hand. His body shook, desperate for warmth. He felt so lost.
Soon the Dementors were feet away. Their hands on their hoods, ready to take them off. They were ready for their kiss.
But suddenly the alley was filled with light. Sirius looked up. He was struck with a bright white glow, and body was warmed. It looked for the source of the lifesaving light and found it flying around the Dementors.
It was a silver bat. It flapped its glowing wings and shrieked at the Dementors. It streaked across the alley, attacking the hooded demons. The Dementors cowered and glided away, retreating from the dazzling bat.
Sirius watched as the bat Patronus flew around once then disappeared. Sirius tried to make out where it came from, when he heard footsteps. He turned around swiftly.
A single hooded figure was walking towards him. It hand its wand in his hand and was walking quite casually. It stopped a few yards from Sirius who waited apprehensively for the figure to make its next move. The figure threw off his hood.
It was a man. He had short dark hair and pale gray eyes. His face was bold and handsome. He looked a lot like Sirius, as if he was his brother.
"Bet you didn't expect me up here," said Regulus with a grim as he looked at Sirius's shocked face.
R&R pleeeeez, sorry it took so long.
