Disclaimer: See chapter 1. It's all there. Promise.

Author Note: Well, even after having my identity stolen from me, I still decided to write on this story. I'll be honest; I really didn't think that I would ever write again after someone reported one of my stories and had my name taken from me. It felt like a personal attack, really. But here I am, still writing, and even updating on everyone's favorite puppy pair! Be warned, to whomever tried to take me down, I am forever the Midnight Rainbow. I. Am. Yonaka Niji.

III

Remus awoke to a soft thumping sound resounding around him.

'Where am I?' Panic shot through him and jolted his weak frame into sitting position. 'Please tell me I'm not in Azkaban! God please tell me I'm not in Azkaban!'

"Relax, Remus. You're not in Azkaban."

Remus saw Sirius sitting against what seemed like an invisible wall a few feet away, one leg tucked under him, the other bent at the knee, an arm rested upon the knee, while the other was draped across his waist. He seemed to be glaring daggers at something that was in front of him, but when Remus turned to look at the object of his staring contest he found only more stark white. He looked in all other directions, finding nothing but white there.

He crawled over to where Sirius sat, leaning against the same invisible wall, his legs strayed out like a dead man. He looked at Sirius who was still glaring directly ahead of them. Remus tried to catch his attention by sighing loudly, but to no avail. Sirius hadn't so much as blinked.

Remus thought for a moment on a better tactic. Then something struck. Sirius had been reading his mind these last few hours. It probably wasn't the best topic, but he figured it was worth a shot.

"I see you haven't lost your connection to me, even after being gone so long." Remus said steadily. This got Sirius to put his head down and close his eyes. When Remus was going to follow up, he spoke.

"This wasn't how I was supposed to see you again, you know." His voice sounded raspy, choked almost. Was Sirius Black crying? Remus moved closer to his lover and pulled him into his lap, just like Sirius did to him whenever he had cried. Sirius rested his head on the werewolf's shoulder, and sobbed quietly. Remus kissed the top his head and rubbed smooth circles over his back.

"Shh, Sirius. Please, don't cry." It was all Remus could think to say. He couldn't say things were okay, because he didn't even know where they were. Besides, someone as strong as Sirius should not being crying. It was a rare day indeed when the strongest part of one's heart breaks, and that's exactly what Sirius was to Remus.

"This place," Sirius started through soft sobs, "this place is where I was trapped these last few months. I don't know how to get out."

Remus looked perplexed. "Than how did you show up in that room in your house?"

"I don't know, Moony, I don't know." he cried. "Something just pulled me out of here, and that's when I was able to talk to you through our connection before you transformed."

"Ah, you made it."

Sirius nearly jumped out if his skin and Remus smacked the back of his head on the wall when they heard the voice.

"Who are you!" Sirius screamed. "What do you want with us! Let us out!"

"I intend to do just that, Sirius. Please, if would calm down, I could help you."

Sirius was going to scream again when a hand slammed over his mouth. He was going to struggle before he realized it was only Remus.

"Waa ah oo owing?" he asked through the offending hand. Remus shook his head.

"Ninny, don't you know the voice of Albus Dumbledore by now?"

Sirius blinked at him dumbly. "Ah oo soar?"

"Well, I'm glad to see the both of you together again, but I feel it would be better if it was in person. So let's get you out of here, shall we?"

Remus looked at Sirius as though the answer was a waste of breath. "Yeah, I'm sure."

"Oh, and you'll be needing these boys." Dumbledore said, and two wands popped into form in midair and flitted into their respective pockets. "Now, the world you are in is actually within the Ministry itself, which is why it took us a while to rescue you. You're not an easy person to find these days Sirius Black. That's why I sent you to find Remus first, thinking it might be easier on you. Your trials will not be easy, and time is reversed where you are. While it is day here, it is night there, which makes it a bit easier. It's impossible to see in a completely black room."

"Baa idz wiite." Sirius stated matter-of-factly. His mouth was still covered by Remus's hand.

"Indeed it is, but this world is like the sky itself. While it is day, it will be white, symbolizing light. But at night, the room will become blacker than even that of the darkest midnight skies. Of course, the transitions will be apparent, just like our dusk and dawn."

Remus shook his head. "Wait a minute. You mean to tell us we're inside the ministry? How is that possible?"

The boy's heard a soft chuckle. "Yes, it is quite a concept to grasp." Dumbledore agreed. "You are within the veil itself, a very tricky and nearly surreal place indeed. But I have faith in you boys. Now you have to listen carefully. There are eight large rooms in this place, called The Judgment, one for each of the deadly sins, and the final room, Redemption. Your trials in each of the rooms will be different. You may be possessed by evil spirits, you may even be tempted to kill each other, I really don't know. So you'll just have to try it out and see for yourselves."

Remus and Sirius exchanged unsure glances, Sirius' mouth still concealed by Remus' hand.

"Now now, you two have overcome many obstacles in your lives. Surely this will be a cakewalk for you." Dumbledore said confidently. "There's a door to the first room to the north. I must take leave now. Good Luck!"

Remus finally dropped his hand from Sirius's mouth as both of them stared around the empty room.

"Yeah, thanks for nothing, old man." Sirius said as he smacked the air.

"Oh come now, Sirius. Has Dumbledore steered us wrong before?" Remus questioned his lover.

Sirius pouted. "No."

"Alright then, let's go." Remus grabbed his hand and led him north as Dumbledore suggested.

With a huff, Sirius followed, not completely ignoring Remus's hand in his.

III

"Where the bloody hell are we!" Sirius shouted into the glaring white. "We've been walking for hours now! Where the hell is this door?"

Remus considered this. "Maybe we didn't go north?"

At this suggestion, Sirius's jaw dropped. "You mean to tell me that we just walked from dawn until dusk in the wrong direction?"

The werewolf shrugged. "It's possible. Do you see a door anywhere?" Remus gestured with his hands animatedly at the vast orange tinted white.

Sirius was about to answer when something about a football field's length away from over Remus's shoulder. "Yes."

Remus cocked an eyebrow, following Sirius's gaze. "What- oh. I guess that's what we're looking for."

The pair ran hand in hand, like children in a flower field toward the large grey colored door that looked to be made of dust, but was solid to the touch.

Sirius played with the silver handle, surprised it didn't crumble in his hands. He pulled on it, opening slowly and looked at his lover. "Shall we?"

Remus nodded, stepping through the door as Sirius held it open.

This was only the beginning. There was no point in turning back.