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Leeness · 07-17-2007, 09:49 PM

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Chapter One: Instant Replay

Sirius had been sitting at home, staring at the tapestry holding his entire family tree when Snape appeared in the fireplace. He had, regretfully, told Sirius to alert the rest of the Order members and tell them to go to the Ministry.

‘Potter and his friends have got themselves in trouble… once again,’ he had said with a sneer. Sirius had rushed around, summoning the other members. Dumbledore had told him to stay at home, but that didn’t work for Sirius. He had to come. If he didn’t, Sirius would feel useless once again, and he couldn’t feel like that. Not when his godson was in trouble.

Once Sirius joined the fight, he felt alive again. It was the first time in a very long time that he actually felt this way. Being stuck in his own home for so long, Sirius had begun to feel useless. But now, as he stood beside Remus and fought his cousin, Bellatrix, Sirius felt alive. Everything seemed to be going right. He knew that he was weakening Bellatrix to the point where maybe, just maybe, he might be able to silence her once and for all.

Sirius looked over at Harry and felt pride well up inside of him. He laughed at Bellatrix as he blocked spell after spell. Then, everything started to go wrong. Before Sirius could block one of them, the curse hit him. But this wasn’t just any curse that a normal wizard might fire off in a duel. This was the killing curse.

Many people say that they can see their life flash before their eyes. This wasn’t the case for Sirius. Just before it hit him, Sirius looked over at Harry and saw his eyes widen. He felt himself fall backwards, then, all went black.

Sirius felt as if he was falling through a black hole for a long while. He finally woke up. He looked at his surroundings as he fell but all was black. After what seemed like hours, Sirius finally landed on something hard. Getting to his feet, Sirius looked at what was around him. All he could see was darkness, but there was one area that he could see light. He heard shouts and screams from this area so he followed the light. Sirius looked through what appeared to be an archway.

‘No, I have to go get him.’ Sirius saw Harry sobbing and trying to free himself from Remus’ grasp.

‘Harry, it’s all right. I’m right here.’ Sirius said in a somewhat raised voice. It seemed as though Harry couldn’t hear Sirius so this time he shouted it. This didn’t help either. Sirius tried to walk through the archway but it was as though it was blocked. He pushed and hit the air, trying to get through. Fully confused and tired, Sirius continued to look out at the scene in front of him. Harry continued to cry. He then noticed Bellatrix, who had begun to run off. Sirius became furious and groped around for his wand.
Where is the blasted thing, he thought to himself, I know it was here just a minute ago. Even more confused then before, Sirius slumped to the floor and looked through the archway once more. The room seemed to be empty, aside from the few wizards fighting death eaters, scattered throughout the room. What was he doing in here? Had he not been hit by something before? Sirius tried to remember what had happened but at the moment, he couldn’t.

Leeness · 07-18-2007, 08:10 AM

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Chapter Two: Echoes in Time

Sirius’ eyes shut as he lowered his head in disbelief.
“This cannot be happening now,” he spoke aloud to himself as he raised his hands to cover his face. Once more, he was trapped and could not help Harry.

“This is Dumbledore’s doings,” he muttered to himself in anger as he lifted his head. “I’ll show him! I’ll get out of this place and help-“ His voice trailed off as he stared at the empty room. The only thing that could be seen were a few shattered glasses and books knocked out of bookshelves.

Deciding to walk around and enter from anther side, Sirius began to take a few steps forward, not able to see in front of him. It was pitch black as his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness but it was no use. He had no idea where to go and no idea where to-

The fear of falling came to a sudden halt as he scanned the emptiness around. No beginning, no end. “Hello,” his cracking voice called out, but no one seemed to answer, not even an echo. A grey mist filled the air as he took a deep breath and groaned. The last thing his grey eyes captured while he was in the room was his dear cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. The look of surprise came across Sirius’ face as he realized she did it, the very thing he thought she was scared to do, raise her wand. The casting spell did not hurt him, but what exactly did he fall through?

Only a draft was felt through his long locks of hair as he began to walk forward from where he stood. Taking a deep breath, Sirius huffed in desperation. He knew that Harry was in trouble and finding a way back to the Ministry was his only destination.

“Light,” he spoke once again as he raised an eyebrow. “I need a light, please.” He began speaking to himself as a sly smile emerged. “Now where were you when I needed you a while back? Lumos!” A brightness shown from the tip of his wand as he shifted from side to side for a sign of anything familiar to him.

“What is this place?” he asked himself, narrowing his eyes as he searched around the mist. He paused for a moment as a confused look entered his face. “I guess if I start answering myself, I’m in big trouble, eh?” He raised and eyebrow and shook his head realizing it was beginning. He was answering his own questions but only in a silent way of thinking.

As he walked forward, the brightness only showed nothing more than the clouded mist that surrounded him. He had no concept of where he was or what was in front of him. For all he knew, he could walk straight into a wall, never knowing it was there, but his aching head would tell him otherwise.

“Finally,” he spoke out loud, finding what seemed to be another beam of brightness up ahead. He slowly followed being very careful with not knowing what was around the corner. For all he knew, the Death Eaters could have created this just to throw him off his course of winning. “And I was winning at that,” he spoke as he stopped for a moment and straightened his lapel. “Umph! Take that Bellatrix!”

Gaining closer grounds to the shimmering radiance, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for just a moment. He needed time to collect a few thoughts before entering into something he knew absolutely nothing about, but before he was completely finished …

“Ah ha,” he shouted as he jumped in front of the light, having both feet land at the same exact time. His wand gripped firmly within his right hand as his left hand was empty, but ready for a fight. “What the-,” he spoke as he looked around to find nothing more than the gleaming light that shown and the same exact mist that followed him everywhere.

“This is absurd! This is…is…WHAT IS THIS?!?” The frustration was beginning to wear Sirius’ nerves as he pulled on his long locks of hair. He knew Harry needed help. He knew that the Death Eaters knew exactly where they were: the Ministry. He knew that there was a fight going on, but he could not do anything, nothing at all.

Suddenly, the luminary brightness began to dance, flickering on and off. Low speaking voices could be heard as if they were walking closer and closer to him. Sirius blinked his eyes several times as if he could clear up exactly what was in front of him.
“He’s just a filthy git ya’know,” he heard a familiar voice speak.

“Yeah, he’s in dyer need of shampoo!” another familiar voice said.

“I’ve got it! Let’s turn him upside down and dip his head into the lake. It would be a simple way to wash it.”

Now that was James…me…Remus, Sirius thought to himself as he began to see images within the sparkling light. “It’s-It’s us! Hogwarts!” His eyes widened as he began to watch a past memory from within his school years.
“I’ll get him myself,” a short squatty boy squawked with his wand in hand as if he were fighting with swords.
“Pathetic little-“ Sirius began to say with a look of disgust on his face. “Your time will come Peter Pettigrew.”
”Cool it, Wormtail,” a young Sirius began to speak. “The only thing you are going to do is-“

“OUCH!”

“Yep! Poke Mooney in the butt…or at least what little butt he has.” Sirius and James began to chuckle loudly as Remus began to rub his backside for a moment.

“Watch where you point that thing, Wormtail,” Remus demanded. “Oh, and you two…” He stopped walking for a moment and turned his back towards Sirius and James. “Do you really think my bum is too small?” He began to shake his backside back and forth a couple of times.

“Umm, not my type, Mooney,” James stated as he looked off into the distance. There he took notice of a beautiful red-head walking down towards the lake.

SLAP!

“OUCH!” Remus yelped once more as he began rubbing his backside once more.

“Well, don’t stick it out if you don’t want it slapped!” Sirius laughed as he kept walking forward. “Besides, Prongs here is more interested in Lily’s-“

“Hey! Don’t say anything about her!” James quickly cut off Sirius by covering his mouth. “We don’t speak of her that way!”

Sirius began to mumble behind James’ hand as if he were saying something worthy of hearing.

“What did you say, Padfoot?” James eyed Sirius with one raised eyebrow.

“Nothing! Nothing at all!” Sirius spoke with a haughty grin, trying to keep this laughter under control.

“I heard what he said and he said-“ Peter began but was cut off by Sirius once more.

“Let’s not spoil the mood here, Wormtail!”

Sirius began to laugh remembering that particular moment too well. He loved being with the Marauders, even though Peter turned out to be nothing more than a snitch himself.

“I could sit and watch those all day long,” he said as the memory faded and the bright light disappeared. “Oh! Hey! Come on! Don’t go away!”

He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. It was hard seeing James again even though it was only a memory crushed between the thoughts of Sirius’ mind. “Good times! Good times indeed,” Sirius said to himself once more.

The light began to shine once more in Sirius’ direction. His face lit up thinking that it was going to be another silly Marauders moment but this time, he knew exactly where he was, the Black Family house.
”HE IS NO SON OF MINE!” a woman’s voice screamed from a room below.

The room was pitch black with two beds on either side of it. One bed seemed to be inhabited by someone pretending to sleep. Suddenly, the door flew opened and hit the occupied bed.

“Hey watch it!” a young voice spoke as they rose from the bed.

“Shut it, Regulus!” Sirius spoke out of anger towards his brother.

“What’d ya’ do now, glorious brother of mine?” Regulus ginned evilly.

Sirius flicked the light on with his wand and walked over to a set of chest of drawers. He opened one drawer and began throwing his clothes into an opened chest. When one drawer was emptied, he began on the second drawer without a care in the world as to how his items laid.

“I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE A SON THAT WAS A GRYFFINDOR! NEVER!” the woman’s voice began to draw closer and closer as if she were climbing the stairs.

“Aww! Poor wittle Sirius running away from home?” Regulus spoke as he gave his best impression of crying.

“Shut it, Regulus!” Sirius spoke once more without loosing his concentration on filling his chest.

“Mummy mad at you? Is Mummy going to ground you?” This time Regulus started his laughing as he watched his big brother packing his bags. “It’s about time you left this place!”

Sirius cut his eyes in Regulus’ direction without saying a word. He quickly took off his shirt and replaced it with a white school shirt. There was no time to button his shirt. He quickly shut his trunk and opened the window with his wand.

“You know that no one is going to miss you and your smelly self, Sirius. You know that you are not loved by anyone so where are you going to go?”

“I said shut it, Regulus, and this time I mean business!” he stated once more as he threw his chest out the window of the Black house.

“Like you scare me, you filthy mudblood lover!”

Sirius stopped dead in his tracks before climbing out the window. He turned slowly towards Regulus, his eyes swimming with hate. “What did you say?”

“You heard me! Do I have to say it again? Filthy Mudblood lov-“

POW!

Sirius’ fist landed in the middle of Regulus’ face causing his nose to bleed. “MUMMY!!” Regulus screamed aloud and his hands flew up to his face and held his nose. He quickly ran out of the room, leaving Sirius alone to do as he pleased.

Sirius stood up on the lever of the window, the wind blowing his shirt opened. Without looking back, Sirius jumped landing on his feet. He grabbed his trunk and ran for James’ house.
“Great!” Sirius said as he rolled his eyes with a sour look upon his face. “That was just the memory I wanted to witness all over again.” He turned on his heels and began to walk away, not knowing if the light was going to shine another memory again.

“Not again!” he spoke as he realized there was the same sort of brightness as before. “I can’t take this!”

Sirius turned around once more as another memory began to play…
A lighted room filled with several people all sitting around talking. James, however, paced the floor with his hands folded behind his back.

“Look, mate, you need some sleep,” Sirius stated as he placed his hands on James’ shoulders.

“How can I sleep at a time like this?” James peered over the rims of his glasses looking into Sirius’ eyes as if he were trying to find the right answers to his question.

“At least sit down for a moment. It will not come any faster; nature plays its hands at this. There is nothing that you can-“

Both men stopped and turned towards the room where the cries could be heard. James’ stunned face turned to pure happiness while Sirius’ mouth dropped to the floor.

“It’s a boy!” the nurse cried out to the room. Everyone jumped to their feet with joy and began patting James on the shoulder, but he did not move.

“Did she say it was a boy?” James asked, still looking forward at the doorway.

“She did, mate,” Sirius said in a calm voice as he looked towards James once more.

“Are you serious?”

“Yes, I’m Sirius! Nice to meet you Mr. Potter!”

James cut his eyes towards his best friend and gave him a questionable look. “Thanks for that!”

James walked towards the room where the nurse came out of, Sirius followed behind. There lying in the bed still as beautiful as ever, was Lily, holding a baby in her arms.

“Say hello to daddy, Harry,” Lily spoke in a soft voice as a silent tear rolled down her cheek.

“My b-boy,” James said through tears.

“What’s his name?” Sirius asked as he kept trying to peek at the little baby wrapped in a white blanket. “Come on! You all can do this sappy stuff later!”

James turned around and pushed the rims of his glasses to his face. “It’s not sappy at all. You just wait until you have one of your own one day.”

“Never! This is as close as I get!” Sirius looked to the sleeping baby once more. “I’m not having one of those!”

“Then would you consider being his Godfather?” Lily asked as she placed her hand on top of James. The baby cooed to the sound of his mother speaking so softly.

“Yes, Harry James Potter needs a Godfather, if you will have him.” The smile on James’ face was more than Sirius had ever seen, including his wedding day with Lily. James picked baby Harry up in his arms and held him up for Sirius to see as well. “Just look at that baby!” James stated as he brought him back down and held him in his arms.

“Me? Godfather?” Sirius had never known a true love until this very moment. A Godfather to a baby was more than words could ask for and at this point, Sirius could only nod ‘yes’ to the question asked from his loving friends.

The flash of light disappeared again, this time a tear fell down Sirius’ cheek. “That was beautiful,” he said to himself as a smile reappeared upon his face.

The light shown for one last moment, this time it was nothing more than different flashes of his life. From the ceremony of nominating Sirius as Harry’s Godfather, to Sirius playing with Harry in the middle of the floor at James and Lily’s house. It was nothing more than his life with Harry, until the last memory.
“I’ll kill you Pettigrew, if it’s the last thing I ever do!”
Sirius recognized the scene that played before him. It was the last scene before he was sent off to Azkaban, the last scene that Peter ran off like the coward he was. A bright shinning light came through as Peter killed the innocent muggles around him and disappeared, and thus with this light, the real Sirius watching these events, fell backwards and passed out.

SlytherinSissa · 07-18-2007, 05:03 PM

This is absolutely amazing! I love how you've played out the teetering of whether Sirius is actually dead or not. Is he? Or no? Yeah, and I have to admit that my eyes watered reading the part about James and Lily asking Sirius to be Harry's Godfather. That was heart-wrenching. I also loved what you've done with the veil, and what you're making of it. I defiantely can't wait to read more. You've got me hooked!

Leeness · 07-19-2007, 11:23 AM

Thanks for commenting ^__^

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Chapter Three: Peorth

Time was nonexistent in this world. Sirius walked for what felt like days on end, but he never knew exactly how long.

His eyes became accustomed to the darkness. It was an odd place to be sure; he could see himself, but other than his own body, all else was black and dark.

He’d seen the light replay memories for him; he’d seen the exit, but was it really the exit? He couldn’t be sure. The only thing he was sure of was that he was stuck.

He walked almost all the time, never growing tired. He never seemed to make progress and pretty soon he was talking to himself.

“Does that darkness look familiar? I think I’ve already passed that patch of bleak, never ending darkness before… I must be going in circles…”

The empty void Sirius seemed to be stuck in always managed to suck up his voice. His voice never echoed no matter how loud he spoke and it always sounded so dulcet and muffled. He was bored and his voice was only making his boredom worse.

On one particular occasion, while strolling through the dark, Sirius had finally reached his breaking point. Letting out a non-echoing scream, and falling to the floor and pounding his fists, didn’t accomplish much of anything, other than perhaps sore hands. He sat back, panting and staring wildly around, almost begging for some sign of… anything.

He fell backwards; exhaustion was beginning to sink in. How long had he been here? He should have worn a watch. Why was he so stupid?!? He hit his head hard, which seemed to accomplish a lot more than hitting the dark spans of nothingness, because suddenly a very soft, echoing sound reached his ears.

He shot up and looked around.

There was nothing. Nothing at all, but he could hear… a song? What was it? It was beautiful and bright; its sound was so heavenly, but where was it coming from? Perhaps the darkness was a soprano. Getting to his feet, Sirius began searching for the source, unsure of exactly what he was looking for?

“Where is it?” Sirius asked himself after a very long search in vain. He’d been walking and walking and still nothing. He turned around, intending to retrace his steps, when he collided with a very large, overgrown, and apparently dead, tree.

“Ouch,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “What the heck is this doing here?” He looked up at the tree. It was rather remarkable, considering its dilapidated state. It was certainly in need of a good watering and a lot of sunlight. “Must be hard to find sunlight in a place as dark as this,” he muttered. That still didn’t explain his ability to see the tree, why it was there or for that matter, where there was, but at least this was something.

He stood up and walked around the base of the tree, climbing over large, overgrown roots that poked through the dark ground. The tree was indeed very large. Sirius wasn’t sure how large, but he certainly couldn’t put his arms around it and touch his hands.

Curiosity peaking, Sirius placed a hand against the trees bark. A shock went through his body. The tree was warm; the tree felt so alive, despite its appearance. It was sending waves and waves of energy through him and suddenly, he could hear the song from before pounding in his ears, louder and clearer than anything he’d ever heard in his life.

Sirius closed his eyes, ecstasy flowing in his very veins. He wanted to stay here forever, but good things never lasted. The tree gave an almighty jolt and he was thrown back.

Pain coursed through his body, as he lay there in semi-consciousness. Part of the pain was due to the rather hard landing, and the rest was due to the sudden lack of warmth and energy the tree had given him. He sat up, almost expecting the tree to be gone, but it was still there.

He got to his feet, walking cautiously forward. The tree seemed to be singing still. Soft cracking sounds split the silence and disturb the song. Sirius stepped closer and as he did an illuminating and blindingly bright light poured from the tree, stopping him in his tracks and causing him to throw his arms over his eyes.

The song was once again within him, filling him with that pleasurable happiness and energy. He just wanted to go back to the tree, but he couldn’t move. Then a voice reached his ears, so inhuman and beautiful it made him want to cry.

“Who dares touch the Tree of Life?” the voice asked. Sirius tried to look to see who was speaking, but he could not see.

“H-hello,” he called. “Who are you?” He wasn’t sure why, but he had an inclining that asking the voice questions would actually prove productive.

“I asked you a question, you will not ask until you have answered; who are you?”

“S-Sirius Black.”

There was a pause in which the song penetrated thought, but finally the voice spoke. “Sirius Black?” it questioned. “You are of the pure-blood wizarding family, the ancient house… what are you doing here?”

“Funny thing, really. I don’t know. Do you think you could tell me exactly where here is?”

The voice seemed to be considering his question. The longer he waited for a response the more sure he became that the voice had left, but when he lowered his hands, the light was still there, though he could make out a faint blur from within the tree, something like silvery-white hair, flowing in a non-existent wind.

“Who are you?” he asked again.

“I? I am not. I have no form. I exist throughout for I am vast as the darkness you see stretched out before you. Mortals, both non-magical and magical alike, have given me names, many names which all mean the same thing. I am known as Destiny to some; still others prefer to call me Fate… Serendipity… Peorth…”

Sirius listened intently, but the words this heavenly voice spoke made no sense. Fate? Destiny? How could this be? “Y-you mean to tell me you’re—I don’t believe it,” he breathed.

“Believe what you like, Sirius Black, for I am what I say I am. I do not lie for that is not what my purpose is; I am no deceiver of mortals. I am merely a guide; a creator; a divine body within the Universe to help maintain a semblance of balance. I do not interfere unless absolutely necessary on my part.”

“Okay, that’s absolutely spiffing and all, but where exactly am I?”

“You have entered the Plain of Passing. It is not clear yet to me as to how you came to be here; you should have passed on already…”

“Pa-passed on? You mean I’m dead?”

“Certainly, how else could you manage to be here?” the voice asked. “I have been sleeping here, as I always do, no mortal has ever penetrated this world; no mortal has ever found this tree or stumbled upon me; I sleep for as long as I can till the next mistake wrought of human idiocy needs to be repaired.”

“W-what do you mean? Mistakes wrought of—what a load of rot! I don’t understand you, but I certainly am not—“

“DO NOT DISRESPECT ME, SIRIUS BLACK!!!” An almighty wind forced Sirius to fly back a few feet, before falling to the ground. The Tree of Life grew larger and looked suddenly threatening; the light emanating from its center was shooting sparks; the voice was no longer heavenly and peaceful, but angry and violent. “I have existed for eons; I have been here since mankind became too greedy and envious, too prideful. I used to exist amongst the living; I used to have form. But mankind is a fickle friend and they began to ask favours of me that I could do nothing about.

“An uprising against me, mankind sought to destroy me; they were fools. I cannot be killed. I exist throughout. Human form was only temporary. The mortals that sought to kill me were punished. Magic was ripped from their bodies—thus the non-magical folk, muggles I believe you call them, were born. I left my physical, worldly form and returned to the place of my birth; the Tree of Life, hidden here in the Plain of Passing, where no mortal could find it, was to be my home.

“All who pass through here are dying or dead; they do not stay here for more than a few seconds worldly time. It may seem longer to them, but time is irrelevant here. They move on and thus continue their journeys. You however, Sirius Black, are still here and this is a predicament. You are no divine entity; you will destroy the balance in the world of the living and the passing. You have already been here far too long…”

Peorth, as this voice called itself, fell silent. Apparently, Peorth was thinking. A sound much like a warbling note came from within the tree, almost as though it were sighing.

“Sirius Black, when you were killed, your body fell through an archway. That archway is the only door to the Plain of Passing. I created it long ago, so I could travel as I pleased from this plain to yours. When your body fell through, your soul reattached itself to your physical form, thus you are in a stasis. You cannot move forward or backward; you are not living or dead; you are trapped within this world, unless I do something about it.”

“Y—you mean you can… bring me back, you can make me live again?” Sirius was hopeful, but a part of him knew that his hopes were unfounded.

“I have not the power to do such a thing as bring back those who are dead. That power does not exist. The only power that does exist, is to give you temporary leave of this place, to the world of the living where you may fulfill your purpose, so that you may move on to the next step.”

“You mean—I really am dead?” Sirius’ stomach was in knots. It just couldn’t be; he couldn’t be dead, he needed to see Harry, he needed to help him. The war was brewing and he needed to be able to fight!

“Something troubles you, Sirius Black. I can see it clearly. Remove your arm from over your eyes so I may look into your soul and know.”

Sirius did as he was told, but it was difficult to keep his eyes open. But suddenly he felt something travel through his eyes, forcing them to stay open in wide surprise. He could almost feel Peorth within him, then the being was once again without and he was on the floor panting.

He looked up and could see clearly the light, no longer needing to shield his eyes.

“Sirius Black, there seems to be a reason you are here. Lord Voldemort has risen again and I fear the worst is yet to come. Harry Potter will need your help before the war is done. It is time for me to play my hand in the lives of the living once again it seems, lest Lord Voldemort throw the world into chaos.

“I do not know why I did not awaken before, but I fear the Dark Lord has done something to maintain his secrecy. He would not want me to play my hand. I am grateful for your interference, had you not arrived here, I am sure the Dark Lord would have been more than successful.

“Do you wish to help, Sirius Black?”

“I do.”

“Then I will build you an army of those who have died. You and your army will leave this plain and enter the world of the living one last time once the battle has commenced. You will be unstoppable. The Dark Lord will fall and once he has, you will have only a short amount of time to find your godson and speak with him before you pass on completely.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“I mean, your soul will forever leave your body once your task is complete. You will tell Harry all that you wish, but you must be discrete. Telling him too much of this plain is dangerous. Mortals are not meant to understand death and life; the mystery of it is what keeps those such as Voldemort from taking power.”

“But, Voldemort—you think he knows of you…”

“Certainly he does. How else would I not know of his return to power; I should have been awoken the second he returned. I knew it was only a matter of time. Harry Potter was one interference on my part, but I knew that the Dark Lord would rise again and when he did, I would play my hand one last time to aid Harry Potter in his quest to destroy the Dark Lord and his immortality. You however, Sirius Black, will do more than simply fight. There is a way for you to visit Harry without leaving this plain. It will take me some time, though I feel that won’t matter to you as time is naught here.”

Sirius was positive that if Peorth had form, it would be smiling. He was also positive that it would be a woman standing before him, but that might have been hopeful thinking.

“Sirius Black, you are now a warrior of the Dead Army of Peorth; you will lead them with ancient magicks; you will not need a wand or a weapon for you will use the magicks of old, those that run through the Earth and the Universe. But before you can wield such power, I must bind you.”

“Bind me? I don’t think I like the sound of that.”

“It is merely a precaution. Sometimes, those who are returned for a day wish to defy my orders. It is simply assurance that you will return to the Plain of Passing and then pass on… it also makes it possible for you to wield the powers I speak of. Now, close your eyes.”

Though rather nervous about this bind, Sirius did not think it was wise to disobey and thus closed his eyes. Once he had, he felt the warmth return to him; his body was floating, moving towards the Tree of Life. He was sure he felt hands on his body; Peorth was warm and gentle, the song was loud once again, almost deafeningly so. Then he was consumed by it; he was within the tree to be sure. He wanted to open his eyes, but the blinding light was back and so bright was it that he could see its white glow even with his eyes scrunched up as they were.

Sirius suddenly knew more than he had ever known. He could almost see into the future with this knowledge and the song from before now had words and he suddenly realized that it was a spell being recited; Peorth was invoking the bind.

“Peorth gyfu, Imbolic, ken lagu is, Samhain, sigel tyr rad… Imbolic, eoh ing, Imbolic, ing eoh, birca, Lughnasadh, birca ing eoh, Samhain... Beltane, man wyn, Samhain, wyn man, Imbolic… Samhain, thorn ur, Samhain, haegl eolh eh, Samhain…”

Sirius did not need to speak this odd language to know what was being spoken. He could feel what those strange words meant as the magicks being invoked by Peorth coursed through his being. He felt alive again! And so strong! Magicks of old were weaving in and out of his soul, his heart, his body; his heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage, his breathing was labored, and oh, how good it felt!

His eyes shot open and he saw, for the first time, the form of Peorth. Indeed, a woman was speaking, the words being repeated over and over, louder and louder. This woman, however, was not like any woman Sirius had ever laid eyes on. She was so beautiful and so powerful. His eyes were filling with tears. Her silvery-white hair was billowing in the non-existent wind, her pale skin was giving off light like the moon, and her big beautiful eyes reminded him of the clearest, most blue waters. But how could he see her…

The spell was still being recited otherwise, he might have asked her. He could tell that she was almost done speaking, the sound was soft again, and he was fading from consciousness.

“…Samhain, thorn ur, Samhain, haegl eolh eh, Samhain…”

And Sirius blacked out as a power like nothing before surged through him.

XoxXtinaxox09 · 07-20-2007, 12:01 AM

I cannot resist single-quote replying to my favorite parts in this FF...It seems as though I've honestly read through each of them a gazillion times and I have still yet---let myself enjoy them as a third-party.
So...Let the madness begin. *xD*

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Sirius had been sitting at home, staring at the tapestry holding his entire family tree when Snape appeared in the fireplace. He had, regretfully, told Sirius to alert the rest of the Order members and tell them to go to the Ministry.

You know...I like the fact that whoever wrote this *cough* did manage to involve the tapestry. It seemed as though, in the book and likewise in the movie, Sirius claimed to despise that room and yet---I don't think he meant it. That room did in fact mean alot to him. As horrible as his family was to him, he still somewhat clung to his past and I don't think he ever hated them for their actions. XD *has rambled on far too long* I must warn whoever might read, with Sirius as the main topic, I tend to do that. Alot. *headdesk* Moving on...

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Many people say that they can see their life flash before their eyes. This wasn’t the case for Sirius. Just before it hit him, Sirius looked over at Harry and saw his eyes widen. He felt himself fall backwards, then, all went black.

I loveeeee how this was written. I don't know why, exactly. Maybe it was just because of how sucky the movie version was in comparison to the book version of this scene...Either way, great transition.

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He pushed and hit the air, trying to get through. Fully confused and tired, Sirius continued to look out at the scene in front of him. Harry continued to cry. He then noticed Bellatrix, who had begun to run off. Sirius became furious and groped around for his wand.

Truly cannon. Although, I might've added more about Bella right here. Not so much her physical attributes, just the renowned amount of anger Sirius now felt towards her. Although, I guess Sirius would in fact care more about how Harry was taking all of this in.

Hmm, I wubb the fact that you used the word groped. [LOL] And this is so not randomness on my part. It toterly reminds me of Stacey and her fairy tale in the Chat about the rope.

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“This is Dumbledore’s doings,” he muttered to himself in anger as he lifted his head. “I’ll show him! I’ll get out of this place and help-" His voice trailed off as he stared at the empty room. The only thing that could be seen were a few shattered glasses and books knocked out of bookshelves.

Dumbledore... *tear* Yet again, Siry's dialogue is truly cannon. Hmm, but this means---Siry can still see what's happening in the Death Chamber? Oooh, that's what Aria was refering to! Or wait, maybe it's behind the veil? That doesn't seem to fit. *shuts up and reads on*

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“What is this place?” he asked himself, narrowing his eyes as he searched around the mist. He paused for a moment as a confused look entered his face. “I guess if I start answering myself, I’m in big trouble, eh?” He raised and eyebrow and shook his head realizing it was beginning. He was answering his own questions but only in a silent way of thinking.

I LOVE this paragraph! *giggles* Insane or not, Siry is freakin uhmazing.

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Gaining closer grounds to the shimmering radiance, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for just a moment. He needed time to collect a few thoughts before entering into something he knew absolutely nothing about, but before he was completely finished …

That reminds me of Lupin. Hehe, I always considered the Marauders to more alike the other than people always assumed. Each just prized more of a select attribute. And, Sirius just so happened to be more spontaneous than realistic.

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“I’ll get him myself,” a short squatty boy squawked with his wand in hand as if he were fighting with swords.

LOL. Once again, awesome choice of words. ;] *squawks in approval before keeeeeling that son of a gun once and for all* XD

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“Watch where you point that thing, Wormtail,” Remus demanded. “Oh, and you two…” He stopped walking for a moment and turned his back towards Sirius and James. “Do you really think my bum is too small?” He began to shake his backside back and forth a couple of times.

Awwwwww! *love-sick* You know...If JKR doesn't agree to writing a Marauder's Time FF when I visit England and ~~stalk~~convince her to, I think I just might end up stalking the person who wrote this Chappie and force them to. [[Total joke. *ish so NOT evil*]]

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Sirius stopped dead in his tracks before climbing out the window. He turned slowly towards Regulus, his eyes swimming with hate. “What did you say?”

“You heard me! Do I have to say it again? Filthy Mudblood lov-“

POW!

Sirius’ fist landed in the middle of Regulus’ face causing his nose to bleed. “MUMMY!!” Regulus screamed aloud and his hands flew up to his face and held his nose. He quickly ran out of the room, leaving Sirius alone to do as he pleased.

Hmmm, I find this part a little TOO disturbing. XD And, I know it was meant to be...but... Regulus is an oh-so mysterious charrie and I don't know...I guess we all assume he was envious of Siry at Hogwarts---And, so maybe he'd take out his anger on him at home because of how he shared his parents likeness for the purebloods...But, I never imagined that he'd completely fit into the Slytherin stereotype. *cough*Hisuseofwords*cough* Hmm, either way, Siry's description and dialogue once again was---> phenomenal.

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“Me? Godfather?” Sirius had never known a true love until this very moment. A Godfather to a baby was more than words could ask for and at this point, Sirius could only nod ‘yes’ to the question asked from his loving friends.

Everyone knows that I wubb cheese. All sorts. But, I gotta hand it to the writer; No mush stands a chance next to this! It was extremely touching! Mhhhmmm! *nods and re-reads again*

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Time was nonexistent in this world. Sirius walked for what felt like days on end, but he never knew exactly how long.

Time to uncover the secrets...*clings to Siry and whistles*

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Does that darkness look familiar? I think I’ve already passed that patch of bleak, never ending darkness before… I must be going in circles…”

The empty void Sirius seemed to be stuck in always managed to suck up his voice. His voice never echoed no matter how loud he spoke and it always sounded so dulcet and muffled. He was bored and his voice was only making his boredom worse.

HAHA. I don't know why I'm finding this hilarious. *headdesk* But, like I mentioned earlier, whether Siry starts talking to himself as if he's off his rocker or not, it's only because he's awesomely schweet like that. *flips the collar of his robes* [LOL XD] But, on a serious note...This writer has definite talent.

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There was nothing. Nothing at all, but he could hear… a song? What was it? It was beautiful and bright; its sound was so heavenly, but where was it coming from? Perhaps the darkness was a soprano. Getting to his feet, Sirius began searching for the source, unsure of exactly what he was looking for?

The early signs let on...If I hadn't already read this, I would surely think this plain was making mah Siry go crazy...Or else, he had finally reached the point in this plain in order to 'move on'. In fact, that's exactly what I thought was happening the first time I read it...*almost wanted to stop reading* Yet, I didn't. Therefore, the mystery was defo a GREAT thing to use. It got me sucked in and I continued on...

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The song was once again within him, filling him with that pleasurable happiness and energy. He just wanted to go back to the tree, but he couldn’t move. Then a voice reached his ears, so inhuman and beautiful it made him want to cry.

“Who dares touch the Tree of Life?” the voice asked. Sirius tried to look to see who was speaking, but he could not see.

This reminded me of the devil. XD Or in better words, evil spirits. It kinda threw me off. I kept trying to get my mind from thinking of the Tree of Life in Eden and tried to look at it in a good light but it was hard....Then again, the mystery was once more evident and it did rouse my determination to continue reading and uncover the secrets...

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“An uprising against me, mankind sought to destroy me; they were fools. I cannot be killed. I exist throughout. Human form was only temporary. The mortals that sought to kill me were punished. Magic was ripped from their bodies—thus the non-magical folk, muggles I believe you call them, were born. I left my physical, worldly form and returned to the place of my birth; the Tree of Life, hidden here in the Plain of Passing, where no mortal could find it, was to be my home.

“All who pass through here are dying or dead; they do not stay here for more than a few seconds worldly time. It may seem longer to them, but time is irrelevant here. They move on and thus continue their journeys. You however, Sirius Black, are still here and this is a predicament. You are no divine entity; you will destroy the balance in the world of the living and the passing. You have already been here far too long…”

And what a mystery to uncover! This was beyond anything I would've ever imagined any one person could put into words. It was one thing brainstorming on it but---to actually write and have it click the way it did? Truly amazing. *bows down and continues reading again*

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“Sirius Black, you are now a warrior of the Dead Army of Peorth; you will lead them with ancient magicks; you will not need a wand or a weapon for you will use the magicks of old, those that run through the Earth and the Universe. But before you can wield such power, I must bind you.”

Hmmm, I wubbbb the sound of that. Has a nice ring to it no? Dead Army of Peorth...Death is such a fickle thing. XD *still thinks that Siry isn't so* A girl can dream can't she? Hmmm, yessirreee.

Although, I can't help but wonder whether it was just to bind him...I don't know. There seems to be more to that little detail than meets the eye.

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Peorth gyfu, Imbolic, ken lagu is, Samhain, sigel tyr rad… Imbolic, eoh ing, Imbolic, ing eoh, birca, Lughnasadh, birca ing eoh, Samhain... Beltane, man wyn, Samhain, wyn man, Imbolic… Samhain, thorn ur, Samhain, haegl eolh eh, Samhain…”

Sirius did not need to speak this odd language to know what was being spoken. He could feel what those strange words meant as the magicks being invoked by Peorth coursed through his being. He felt alive again! And so strong! Magicks of old were weaving in and out of his soul, his heart, his body; his heart was beating rapidly against his ribcage, his breathing was labored, and oh, how good it felt!

Sheeshhh. Talk about staying in profile. XD Mysterious, indeed. Once again, talent is surely evident in each little bit that the writer added. I could almost feel [[[or at least imagine perfectly]]] what Siry must have felt in that. Top notch Kudos to the writer.

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And Sirius blacked out as a power like nothing before surged through him.

What a pattern to use at all the ends of the chapters! XD Haha, blacking out really does suit him though. Mhmm, Smexy Black indeed. ;]

Can't wait for more! This was awesomely schweeeeeet. And, not just because I'm a crazy 'ol SB obsessor.

Leeness · 07-20-2007, 12:12 PM

Thanks for that huge comment Sissa!

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Chapter Four: Dream Weaver

“You haven’t got much time Sirius Black” Peorth pointed out. Sirius opened his eyes. She was standing over the once unconscious man, now assuming the form of the woman he had seen inside the tree.

This was truly the most obvious thing in the world for him. But in reality, who really did have time? Not even those who have the privilege of going back in time have enough of it.

“Yes, but what can I do? How can I help Harry when I’m stuck in—this place?” he asked, looking at the vast nothingness before him, with just a single tree, which according to this being present before him, this Peorth, was at the very center.

“You shall be contacting him while he is asleep” Peorth replied with a voice so commanding that you would be afraid and considered foolish to contradict, yet so kind that you just might have second thoughts about her.

The song. It had started to play again. Its melodic tones sending vibrations through the air, entering Sirius’ ears…his body…his mind…

“And—and how will I be able to do that?” Sirius asked, still unsure.

“Why, with my help, of course.” She said simply. “I shall transport you to meet him while he is resting, but first I must put him to sleep.” Sirius listened carefully, awaiting further detail to her plans.

She turned to head back to The Tree. Sirius transformed back to a black dog and started to follow, but he was stopped by Peorth.

“I’m sorry, Sirius Black but outsiders are forbidden to enter The Tree of Life, I must ask you to wait here for me and not to wander off” she said, a tone of seriousness in her voice. “This place might not look that much to you, but trust me, ‘tis not the best place to be explored.” And with that said, she turned and tapped The Tree; a single tone could be heard, echoing throughout the Plain of Passing. The Tree opened, and a flash of bright green light emerged from within. The mysterious lady vanished inside The Tree and so did the green light, leaving Sirius behind.
…:::♣♣♣:::…

Inside The Tree was the most magnificent sight Sirius would never be able to see. Beneath the surface of the decaying tree bark lays beauty, and life, and most of all, magic. With the help of some sort of Enlargement Charm the tree looked like it could be home to all the Weasleys. Faerie lights were used to brighten up The Tree. The furniture was made of the finest wood and leaves that could ever be stumbled upon. The surrounding bark was made to look like shelves, branches intertwining with each other, holding potion bottles and vials filled with mysterious substances. An air of mystery was floating in the atmosphere, bathing The Tree of Life with a glow obviously from the Ancient Magicks that had been used in there before, long, long ago.

Peorth stepped to one of the shelves examining the vials containing what seemed to be colorful swirling smoke. She ran a delicate finger along the vials causing them to touch each other gently, sending tinkling sounds, like Wind Sprites playing with wind chimes. “Ahhh…here it is,” she said in that same singsong voice, taking a single translucent blue bottle.

She walked across the room to where strong mahogany table was. A hard earth bowl and a black bottle sat atop. Peorth hovered above the bowl, staring at its contents intently. The bowl held a silvery sparkling substance, like Unicorn’s blood, or what makes up a Pensieve. Peorth’s eyes glowed mystically and she began to chant in Latin.

“EGO dico super Ancient Veneficus of Majores, audite mihi! EGO scisco super vos regimen iuvo Sirius Black evinco Atrum Senior exercitus of malum tyrannus!”

As she chanted, the contents of the bowl began to swirl. Her chanting grew louder, echoing inside The Tree. Sounds erupted from nowhere. Tinkling sounds grew louder; the sound of chirping crickets could be heard, along with the sounds of screeching and whirring.

“Sino Sirius Black iuvo Harry Potter debello Senior Voldemort ut is may nunquam magis exsisto in medius of victus! Sino suum somnium texo quod mesh una! Tribuo lemma potestas ut contactus unus alius! Plumbum lemma ut locus qua denique pugna vadum ineo ut they vadum exsisto hostilis quod paratus pro quis atrox est advenio!”

The contents swirled faster and faster and then—stopped. Peorth grew silent.

Everything stopped—the swirling, the chanting, the sounds, time. Everything was suspended. Peorth gave off a bluish glow. The bowl radiated a silver glow. The two colors blended with each other, causing The Tree to look like space.

Suddenly, everything erupted back to life. The faerie lights glistened, the vials tinkled from the air of Ancient Magick used. Peorth shifted her eyes to the bowl. The bowl swirled, other colors began to appear. The colors formed into images…images of a troubled boy, having nightmares.

“Harry Potter” Peorth whispered peering into the bowl. “My poor child, have no fear. Your nightmares shall cease and hope shall be brought to you.”

And with this, she took the blue vial and poured the swirling fumes into the bowl. Harry’s once furrowed brow eased signaling a dreamless sleep. She added the contents of the black bottle. The colors swirled inside, and then separated once again segregating the black fumes from the blue fumes. Peorth began to weave the fumes together, forming a strong magical bond between them, and then a light purple mist emerged from the bowl.

“Go outside to Sirius Black…send him to Harry Potter’s dreams.” She instructed the mist. Obeying her, the mist seeped through The Tree’s bark, in search for Sirius.
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Sirius sat still outside, waiting. Silence. Darkness surrounded him, engulfed him. His eyes glued to The Tree of Life, awaiting the mysterious lady to come out to fetch him. Still a dog, he lay on his belly, feeling sleepy. His eyes drooped, half open, still waiting. If I haven’t much time, then what’s taking her so long to come out and—but something interrupted his thoughts.

A purple mist seemed to be coming out from somewhere inside The Tree. He raised his head, confused and intrigued. The mist began to surround him, devour him. He tried to run, but his legs would not allow him. His legs turned into putty causing him to collapse on the floor, with a defeated whimper, Sirius closed his eyes and lay on the ground.
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Everything was dark. Pure nothingness. Harry walked alone in this limbo.
“Where am I?” said the boy, his brilliant green eyes searching for any signs of life. He looked straight ahead, maybe find a horizon. Nothing. He felt a surge of panic come over him. He looked to every way he could, then one glance to his left, he saw a figure.

“What is that?” he said approaching it. It was a bench. Just sitting there all alone, like him. But what was it doing there in the middle of nowhere? Harry sat down and stared blankly at space. Then came a sound from behind him. What? Are those swings?

And they were. Harry was now on a sidewalk near a park. What is going on? He thought having the feeling of déjà vu. Then a rustle of leaves to his right, he quickly diverted his attention to the bush there.

Something was behind it. He stood up and dared to go near it. Then, a black dog came from behind it. “Sirius!” he shouted, so relieved and happy, he threw his arms around the dog’s neck. “I thought you were dead—Bellatrix, I saw her and she—and then you—oh Sirius!” everything Harry said didn’t make any sense, he began to tear up but he didn’t care. Sirius broke away from Harry’s embrace.

“Harry, we haven’t got much time!” he said, repeating what Peorth had told him. He wasn’t even surprised that he could speak while in his Animagus form, and by the looks of it, neither was Harry. Yes, this was indeed another strange place. “Follow me. And quickly!” he ordered then bolted on behind the bush.

Harry ran after him, trying to keep up, pushing past branches and leaves. They were now deep inside a forest. “Where are we going? Where are you taking me?” Harry shouted from behind Sirius. Sirius honestly didn’t know the answer to that. He just knew he had to keep running. There was a place he needed to take Harry. It was calling him, beckoning him to come to it. He needed to get there somehow.

“Sirius! I—” but Harry got cut off. There was a clearing up ahead. Harry slowed down to a brisk jog, and once he reached the clearing, he walked slowly to where Sirius was standing.

This was it! This was the place he needed to go to. Sirius wagged his tail happily having accomplished what he wanted. “Harry, this is it!”

“What’s it?”

“The place! The place I needed to take you”

“But what is this place?”

“Look around you”

Harry looked at his surroundings. Everything seemed so alien to him, yet so familiar…like a memory, from years and years ago. His heart pounded in his chest and his head throbbed. “Sirius, this place, what is it?” he asked again. There was no reply. “Sirius?” Harry looked around for his godfather, but he was nowhere in sight.

Harry turned around. “Sirius where—?” he stopped, being faced to a sign. The letters were faded, barely there, really. But the writing on the sign, what it said drew Harry closer to it. He realized where he was. He traced the huge and ancient letter with his index finger. Sirius was right. This was it. He knew where he was. He needed to be here…he belonged here. He stared at the sign. The words were so simple, yet so magnificent.

Godric’s Hollow.
…:::♣♣♣:::…

Harry awoke with a start, his whole body sweating. He sat bolt upright on his bed. “You alright there, Harry?” Ron asked worriedly. “Ron! I saw him! Sirius!” Harry panted. Ron stared at him and blinked, it as if he was looking at a mad man. “But Harry—Sirius is…he’s, he’s dead” Ron said hesitantly. “No…yes…I don’t know, but what I do know is I saw him!” Harry said seriously.

Ron looked at him curiously. Harry noticed the expressi

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