Summary: A universe where Remus doesn't grab onto Harry in time and he runs through the veil after Sirius. On the other side, Harry finds his godfather, but something… unexpected happens. Fusion fic, no horcruxes, may be OOC.

For Remus, it happened to quickly, yet in slow motion as well. One moment he was reaching to keep Harry from running after his godfather through the veil, and the next watching him disappear past the folds covering the one-way ticket to death. It was a heart-wrenching pain when he watched the boy he thought of as a son run through the artifact used to sentence those on death penalties to a quick end. First Lily and James, the Peter, now Sirius and Harry. All either dead or turned traitor. Everyone that Remus had counted as family was gone. He could hear the room go quiet almost immediately, allies and enemies alike stunned by the apparent suicide of the savior of the light side. Then everyone seemed to react all at once.

"No, not Harry, please no!" A bushy-haired girl's voice cried.

"He can't! He just can't be gone!" Ron denied, "He can't be dead!"

"Potter… gave up?" A death eater said, confused.

"He has to be!" Another voice cut through the confusion, "He ran through it!"

"He's gone! Dead!" Bellatrix taunted, a crazed smile marring her face. "Finally gone! Our lord will be pleased, even if he claimed the brat as his own. The war may as well have been won already!" She arrogantly cackled, and Remus could see Harry's friends' faces go from shock to despair, then rage.

The last thing he could remember was the furious group of students turning their wands on the insane woman before he was hit by a stunner from the side.

When Harry had ran through the veil, he didn't think about what would be on the other side. It was unfortunate that he didn't, but perhaps it was best this way. After all, if he had been a few seconds later, he wouldn't have found Sirius at all and have been doomed to a long, painful death by dehydration and starvation, depending on it he had a wand to conjure water with, but that's neither here nor there. What did happen however, was that when Harry ran in, he called for his godfather.

"Sirius! Sirius, where are you?" He yelled frantically into the empty space he found himself in, paying little mind to the disappearance of the way he had come in from, disappearing as if it was never there.

"Harry? Is that you?" So Sirius was near. That was good.

"Sirius, it's me!" He called back. "Can you hear me? Follow the sound of my voice!"

"I hear you, I'm coming!" Sirius's voice rang through the noticeable silence. This continued back and forth for a few minutes until Harry saw his godfather a few meters away in the odd space.

"Sirius! I'm so glad I found you! I thought you were gone and that I… that I lost you again." Harry trailed off at the end as he ran to and embraced his godfather in a hug.

"Heh, It'll take more than the veil to keep me down," Sirius joked, then his tone turned serious with a hint of sadness and regret. "But what are you doing here, Harry? You shouldn't have come after me; this place is called the Veil of Death for a reason!" He put his hands on his godson's shoulders and spoke, upset. "You have a life, and your friends are probably worried sick. You have to go back."

"But I'm not leaving you again! I- I can't go back without you! Besides, I think the way I came in is gone. It vanished when I came in."

Sirius deflated a bit at that. "So, we're just... stuck here then, huh?" He mused.

"For now, I guess," Harry responded, kicking up imaginary dirt with his shoe. "But if I'm gonna be stuck here, I...I'm glad it's with you, Sirius. I don't think I could take losing you again." He then trailed off, looking somewhat embarrassed. Then he made a surprised little 'eep!' as Sirius pulled him into another hug.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I wasn't there when you were growing up, and I haven't been there for you as much as I should have been these past few years. Now we're both stuck here and I don't… Is there any way I can make it up to you?"

"Just… stay with me. Please." Harry had started to cry silently, tears slipping down his cheeks where Sirius couldn't see. "Don't go."

"I promise, Harry." Sirius started to sob as well, pulling his godson closer and squeezing, as his emotions finally cracked though and showed themselves as a big messy pool of tears. "I won't."

Then there was a flash of bright light, and together they fell to the ground, unconscious.

When they woke up, they couldn't see very well because of a blinding headache. Closing their eyes again, they just tried to drift back into unconsciousness, looking for a reprieve from the odd pain they felt permeating the rest of their body. They found it, and went unaware of the final shifting changes of their form as they fell asleep.

Hours later, the person on the floor woke up. They were a bit thin for their height, but otherwise mostly fine. If you looked closely, you would see a short stubble across their face and semi-long hair curled up near their shoulders, sections of it having draped over their face as they slept.

"Uhnngh," they moaned sleepily, grimacing at the aching they felt. "What hit me?" Then their eyes shot open and they got to their feet. "What the hell? I don't sound like this! I…" They paused, trying to remember if their voice sounded higher or lower than this normally, only to think that both was the right answer? "What. What's going o-" they cut off in a hurry taking a look around the empty space, thoughts disjointed, but remembering where they were. "Oh fuck me. I'm dead, aren't I? Lily and James are gonna kill me! I was supposed to look after… Harry…?" They paused, thinking that sounded wrong. "But I… am Harry? What the fuck?" They were Sirius Black, not- no, they were Harry Potter, but then- "Aaaah my head," they hissed in pain, feeling extremely unsteady. Setting themselves back on what passed for a floor, they closed their eyes once more, trying to make the headache go away. After a few moments it did, but they were still trying to figure out what had just happened.

"Okay, let's try this again." They said to themselves, this time not while standing up in a place with the risk of falling over unexpectedly. Figuring they should start with the last thing they could remember, they thought back to what they had been doing before they blacked out. They could remember… a hug? And crying. Yep, lots and lots of crying while hugging their godfathergodson and askingpromising the other not to leave. Then… a feeling of pressure from around each of them, pressing them together and causing them to fall, and that was about it.

"Holy shit," they said, "what happened to us?" As their mind raced a mile a minute, they fumbled in their pocket and pulled out Harry's—theirs now—wand and looked it it. Sirius had lost his when he fell through the veil, so this one would have to do. As proof that what was happening wasn't a dream, they cast a spell.

"Lumos," they whispered, almost disbelieving that anything would happen. They were half-surprised, half-anticipating the light that appeared on the end of the wand a moment later, proving that without a doubt, this was real.

"Nox," they said, the light flickering out a moment later. They dropped the wand, bringing their shaking hands up to wrap around themselves in something resembling an embrace.

"I'm here. I won't leave." They said to themselves, crying. They hadn't want to leave each other again, so they figured their magic must have sensed it and, with the strange properties of the Veil, fused them together. Now they were stuck together and couldn't be forced apart, not that they thought they wanted to be. In all honesty, it was… nice, being together like this. They could feel that they cared for each other, even if they also felt like a hot mess at the moment. They stayed like that for a while, hugging themselves and feeling each other's presence, knowing that whatever lay ahead, they would have each other for support.

After a while they calmed down, and figured that now was as good a time as any to find out what they looked like. They reached out for their wand and conjured a small handheld mirror. Holding it gently, they brought it up to their face. Examining their facial features in the mirror they saw they had a short stubble across their jaw, semi-long black hair that curled up at their shoulders, and dark grey eyes with a ring of green in each. They were a bit pale though, mostly because they lived in England and Sirius didn't get out of the house much and Harry was stuck in Hogwarts most of the time anyways. Then they noticed something that took their breath away. The scar was gone. Grinning madly, they started to laugh a little, then a lot, feeling free of an invisible burden that had plagued Harry for as long as they could remember.

"Wow, that's… good. We look good." They said after they stopped laughing, feeling relieved and unbelievably happy at the same time. They vanished the mirror after a few more minutes of studying their reflection. Then they realized something.

"If we're going to be like this for a… while... we're going to need a name for ourselves, aren't we?" They said. "After all, it's not like we can just use the names Sirius or Harry anymore…" they trailed off somewhat sadly, mourning the loss of that part of their identity. They tried to think of names for a few minutes, coming up with a few considerations, such as: Canis (after the constellation), Leon (after Harry's birthday), and Michael (just for the heck of it). The names Liam and Hadrius were also brought to mind.

"Hadrius, hmmm," they muttered, " I think I like that one." It was similar enough to their own names to be something that represented each of them, but different too.

And so, Hadrius decided that they should find a way out of here. And so, they picked up their wand and decided to dedicate themselves to figuring out a way back to the real world.

First, a Point Me spell, to see if the Veil would let them out the same way they came in. Their wand spun around for a few seconds before pointing straight up and falling down, indicating a failed spell. Frowning slightly, they thought that maybe a portkey would work, but what would they make it out of? One of their shoes, maybe? Sliding their left shoe off, they decided to try it.

"Portus," they cast, touching their wand to the top of the shoe. There, a portkey. This would hopefully get them out of here and into a backstreet in London that was a regular apparition point. They quickly put their wand away and kept a tight grip on the shoe. Holding onto it and hoping for the best, they closed their eyes as they were whisked away back into the real world.

When they opened their eyes again, it was to the sight of a dingy alleyway that was, thankfully, empty. Hadrius put their shoe back on and transfigured their robes to look like a coat and jeans, then walked to the street outside of the alley. As luck would have it, they were fairly close to Grimmauld Place, and if they could avoid detection by Sirius's mother, they would have some time to figure out what to do from here on out.

Walking about three kilometers was a daunting task for someone who was both shorter and taller than they used to be, but they figured it out after a few minutes, reaching the house in about forty minutes. Thankfully it was only early afternoon when they used the portkey to get to London, which left them with more than enough time to get by without stumbling around in the dark. Upon reaching Grimmauld, they tried to feel if the wards were still keyed to them, if only because they were the one who had been keyed in as the owner and been set to take control over them if anything happened to… himself? Oh well, it didn't matter much in the long run, seeing as their whole situation made a lot of things redundant anyways. Feeling that he still had access to the wards was a huge plus in their book, not to mention that now they could tell there wasn't anyone inside, since the wards monitored that sort of thing.

Casting a silencing charm at the hinges, they slowly opened the door and closed it behind them, avoiding the unholy shrieking of the late Mrs. Black's portrait. Unfortunately, this precaution did not prevent Kreacher from appearing in front of them, demanding to know who had entered the place.

"Who enters nasty Master's home?" Kreacher demanded, eyeing the newcomer suspiciously. Hadrius was so not in the mood to deal with Kreacher, especially since they knew he was the one who tried to get them killed not so long ago. Nonetheless, they had to deal with him.

"I am the owner of this house, Kreacher," they sighed, dreading what they were about to say next and the hissy fit it would no likely provoke from the unlikeable house elf. "And what's more, I am your master. I order you not to tell anyone of my being here unless I explicitly tell you to. You are not to communicate with anyone, especially Narcissa or Bellatrix and their close family members, or anyone associated with the Dark Lord. Do you understand these orders?"

For a few moments, the house elf looked like he was going to start yelling and screaming while beating his hands on the floor. But then, surprisingly, he reluctantly lowered his head and gritted out, "Yes Master." Then he disappeared with a pop, to his den in the boiler room no doubt.

Hadrius took a deep breath after that, letting it out with a sigh. At least the loophole from earlier was closed, and Kreacher couldn't leak information or assist the enemy in any way. Today had been a long day, and they were ready to sleep. With that thought, they decided they were just going to crash on the sofa for now and figure things out tomorrow.

Casting a locking charm at the door, they trudged to the living room; now doxy-free and safe to inhabit thanks to the rigorous pressure Molly Weasley put on everyone to clear out the place. Hadrius figured that the Library would look the same though, especially given how much effort Kreacher put into sabatoging that particular aspect of the cleaning purge and the protective enchantments over certain books, preventing any non-Blacks from handling them.

Kicking off their shoes and transfiguring their clothes yet again, this time into pajamas, Hadrius lied down and made himself comfortable. They fell asleep almost immediately.

I wrote this a few months back, around the time I started my Springtrap Potter? story. It's just some self-indulgent fusion fic stuff that I wanted to see with Harry Potter characters, so I made it myself. If anyone wants to write anything based off of this, feel free!

Thanks for reading!