Depths of Death

Chapter One

"Sirius!" I turned to see Zoe, a girl who died in the Percy Jackson story, running towards me from the shade of my favorite tree. "Sirius! There is a problem... It is rather... Erm, serious."

"What is it?" I asked, ignoring the annoying and ever-present pun.

"It's... just come with me!"

I followed Zoe Nightshade to the floor of the Harry Potter deaths. I didn't hear anything, so I knew it wasn't another argument between Voldemort and Tonks. I was summoned all the time to stop those.

"Sirius! Have you seen Dora anywhere!" Remus shook me by the shoulders frantically. "I can't find her and there have been other characters mysteriously disappearing lately and I don't know where Dora is!"

"Okay, Remus, please calm down for a minute," I said, rubbing my temples. "Just... breathe."

"I heard about this place where characters sometimes go if they get lost after death... somewhere on Alleu. It's called Death's Cavern, Cavern of the Lost, Depths of Death, or sometimes Lost Paths to Life. It takes them back to the beginning of the story, but brainwashes them, and their cycle is repeated, destroying the copy that fills in the story until their death."

"I heard about it too, I think... Garrow from Eragon managed to get out before he went too far, right?"

Remus looked around, still pacing. I could see Voldemort's snake-like face contorting into annoyance.

"We need to talk to the Creators, don't we?"

"Niah and Sira? On what planet will they listen?"

"They will. They do care about us, deep down, you know. We're not all bad in their eyes."

"Sirius, are you daft! Sira hasn't left the home in thousands of years. Thousands! What's going to make her do it now?" Remus asked, despair reflected in his eyes. "And Niah... that old woman wouldn't help us. She's crabby. If, say, The Wooden People had created this place, we might stand a chance."

I wanted to jump out a window in frustration. I couldn't die again, of course, but it would relieve the stress of dealing with a stressed out Remus Lupin. "Remus, those old, cracked pieces of junk can't help us. There is a reason they died in that story."

"I know! I... we can't do anything! There is no way to save Dora or expand Alleu. We're trapped between a rock and a hard place and there is nothing I can do about it!" Remus said, exasperated. "I need to find her, Sirius, you understand. She means everything to me. If she were to lose her memories of this place..."

"Let me guess, you would die?"

"How did you...?"

I rolled my eyes. "Let's be serious for a moment, please." I frowned, thinking about what I had said. "Pun not intended. But we do need to focus."

"I am focusing!"

Suddenly, James began laughing. Hysterically. Even Lily looked at him strangely as everyone stared.

"I'm sorry, it's just... I'm sorry." James said, panting. "Moony, you know better than anyone that Niah and Sira really do care- thus the island- it's just that we need to convince them to go outside. They took a liking to some of the creation story characters from the Mayans; maybe we could say something happened to them?"

"Potter, I do think that was the best idea you have ever given," Snape said, leaning back into the couch. "but that isn't saying much, considering the fact that everyone but perhaps Lupin and Black over there thought of the exact same thing."

"Oh, of course, Snivellus," James sneered. "Mock me in a moment of trying to comfort a friend. Not insensitive at all."

"Please, shut up," I said, rubbing my temples again. "We need to figure out how we're going to get Niah and Sira out without lying to them."

"...we actually put the Mayan characters in trouble. Or something." Remus shook his head, probably trying to clear it. "I don't even know anymore... I'm tempted to go find Dora and bring her back."

"Don't do that. You might get lost too."

Remus rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't get lost. Werewolf, remember?"

"Yes, but not infallible. Werewolves make mistakes, just like the rest of us. They are half human, after all."

Remus ignored me, and took up pacing the room. I was surprised that wear marks hadn't formed where he paced all the time. He was muttering to himself. "Stupid... got to think..."

"Okay! So... who has a plan?"

I was answered by silence.

"Well, it's a good thing that we can get council from other characters on Alleu, because I don't have a clue either. To the lowest floor- the Viking characters!"

"Vikings? Sirius, why would we ask the Vikings?"

"Because... huh. Good point. Who do we talk to, then?"

Zoe, who had apparently stayed in the room, said, "I think we need to find a child of Athena in my own story. Athena always has a plan."

Not-So-Short Author's Note: It's not total Harry Potter fanfiction, but it is mostly. So... what do you think so far? Good? Bad? Meh?

Well, I'm going to keep writing it when I get five reviews! I don't care if you review anonymously, but I want to know how I can improve and what you liked about it. I welcome sane ideas, as well. (Well, that's wrong, actually... I will keep writing, just won't post before 5 reviews) Or if there is a character that you love, but died in their story, tell me who they are and if I don't know them, I'll research or have them at least mentioned. Deal?

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~Lady Zabria~

EDIT: Okay, screw this, I want you to read the next chapter. But I will be strict about the next one! ~ZR~