Beyond the Veil
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Adult +
Chapters:
2
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2,455
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3
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Beyond the Veil
Disclaimer - I don't own it. JK does. And Tolkien owns the LotR stuff later on. Don't sue me cause I make no bling off it.
Beyond the Veil
Chapter 1
Sirius’s body hit the cold stone floor at a high rate of speed. He caught a short glimpse of his godson Harry as he passed through the tattered gray veil. He slammed into the floor, but strangely he was not winded or hurt. The spell that Bellatrix Lestrange used on him had left no lasting effect, and he wasn't in any immediate pain. There was only confusion welling in him as he looked at his surroundings.
At first he thought that he would emerge on the other side of the dais and hit Bellatrix with a final curse as she came around the other side. No more playing around, this would be the end. A killing curse would never have so much meaning and intent behind it. But as his confusion abated, he heard voices.
"He hasn't gone!" It was Harry. He could hear the anger crackling in his godson's voice as he rose unsteadily to his feet. Despite the intensity of the voice he heard, it sounded so vacant and far away to his ears.
"SIRIUS!" The voice rose louder and louder. It filled Sirius' head until he thought he would explode. Every fiber in his body, blood, sinew, bone and fiber felt the excruciating pain that Harry was feeling. His very bones seemed ready to break with the tension and crackling emotion in those words.
"I'M NOT DEAD, HARRY!" He tried to shout back, but it came out as nothing more than an impotent whisper.
"HE - IS - NOT - DEAD!" Harry's yell came as a roar of raw anger. Sirius grabbed his head and fell to his knees. Harry’s pain was positively exploding in his head. He tried in vain to yell again thinking maybe Harry could hear him.
Suddenly, the hurt was gone and replaced with violent anger. Sirius felt it like a shockwave. Stars It bruised him more than any hex. Harry was angry with him for leaving. He felt the rage swell up inside of Harry and begin expand.
And then there was another voice.
It was a woman laughing. An evil cackling. It filled his stomach with bile and consumed his mouth. That voice ripped at him more than the Dementors at Azkaban. It was Bellatrix Lestrange. With her laughter, he felt the last of Harry’s self control evaporate. He was hell-bent on revenge.
"SHE KILLED SIRIUS, SHE KILLED HIM AND I'LL KILL HER!" At the sound of Harry’s voice, Sirius was filled with anger more scorching and desperate than he had ever felt before.
This was too much. Sirius could take no more. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. Here he was, crumpled on a stone floor, feeling the emotions of Harry and utterly unable to help him in anyway. He sat there, rocking back and forth, hoping that it would just go away.
As the culmination of the battle above roared in his head, he wished that he were dead. He didn't want to feel it anymore. Harry was alone in the world again. Sirius felt that he had failed him. This outweighed any of the emotions that he had felt from Harry’s mind. This was a wave of inconsolable grief. Why did everyone close to Harry have to be hurt or killed? This was a lot of pressure for a young boy.
Sirius remembered better times. The parties with Lily and James that he had attended were fresh in his mind. Lupin and Peter had been there as well. Those were happier times. He remembered changing Harry’s diapers and taking him to the park. And then things had started to go horribly wrong. [I]Framed. Azkaban. Murderer.[/I] Those were words that should have never been.
As he reminisced about those unfortunate events, the noise slowly started to subside. He was losing Harry. The connection was getting weaker. He stood and tried to yell again. Nothing but a whisper escaped his lips again.
He morphed into Snuffles and howled. He bayed in the direction that he thought Harry was in. The sound was deafening in his ears, but Harry was gone. He turned slowly and sniffed the ground.
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There were smells here. Life of some kind. He started following the scent. It was a bad smell. There was no hope here, just stale acrid remorse. He raised his head and whimpered. As he set one paw in front of the other, he felt as though he was turning his back again on Harry.
He couldn't think like that. He had to move. He had to keep alive. He had to get out of here. He walked for a long time. This stone hallway stretched as far as he could see. He morphed back into himself, an attempt to reserve his strength, and kept walking.
Abruptly the hallway ended. [I]Impossible[/I] he thought. It was just miles long. Thinking it was an illusion he kept walking. He decided it was real as his nose hit stone. He surveyed the wall. Solid stone. He had seen this stone before. Familiar feelings washed over him as dread plopped into his gut.
As he turned around he knew where he was. Azkaban. A Dementor hovered outside the bars, sucking what energy he had. He yelled out, trying to scream at the bars that were holding him captive. It was terrible. He sank as a dog into the corner and waited for the Dementor to give up and go away.
The wait wasn't long; there wasn't much happiness in his cell. As the Dementor floated away, he made a break for the bars. Keeping close to the wall he emerged back into the hallway. The same hallway he had been in before. The stones changed themselves and he realized where he was.
Lily and James' place. Godric’s Hollow. What was left of it anyway. He was suddenly on his motorcycle. As he handed it over to Hagrid, he knew he was being made to relive his most terrible moments. He didn't know if he could face it.
As Hagrid rode into the night with Harry, he started to crack. This was it. He couldn't do this. Not now. Harry's anger and grief were still swirling in his head, fresh as a raw sore. Mingled with his own emotions, it was too much for a man to take.
He was walking again. The hallway, same as before, again shifting to make another landscape. Changing, becoming the street where he faced Peter. As he faced this scene, he was filled with a hate so strong that the air around him crackled and hissed. Peter was the reason that their world had fallen apart. He was the beginning of the end.
As the street erupted in a wave of panic, darkness fell on Sirius’s mind. Sirius fell to the cold stone floor and closed his eyes. As he was drifting into sleep, whispers rose around him, he had the nervous feeling that he was no longer alone.
Beyond the Veil
Chapter 1
Sirius’s body hit the cold stone floor at a high rate of speed. He caught a short glimpse of his godson Harry as he passed through the tattered gray veil. He slammed into the floor, but strangely he was not winded or hurt. The spell that Bellatrix Lestrange used on him had left no lasting effect, and he wasn't in any immediate pain. There was only confusion welling in him as he looked at his surroundings.
At first he thought that he would emerge on the other side of the dais and hit Bellatrix with a final curse as she came around the other side. No more playing around, this would be the end. A killing curse would never have so much meaning and intent behind it. But as his confusion abated, he heard voices.
"He hasn't gone!" It was Harry. He could hear the anger crackling in his godson's voice as he rose unsteadily to his feet. Despite the intensity of the voice he heard, it sounded so vacant and far away to his ears.
"SIRIUS!" The voice rose louder and louder. It filled Sirius' head until he thought he would explode. Every fiber in his body, blood, sinew, bone and fiber felt the excruciating pain that Harry was feeling. His very bones seemed ready to break with the tension and crackling emotion in those words.
"I'M NOT DEAD, HARRY!" He tried to shout back, but it came out as nothing more than an impotent whisper.
"HE - IS - NOT - DEAD!" Harry's yell came as a roar of raw anger. Sirius grabbed his head and fell to his knees. Harry’s pain was positively exploding in his head. He tried in vain to yell again thinking maybe Harry could hear him.
Suddenly, the hurt was gone and replaced with violent anger. Sirius felt it like a shockwave. Stars It bruised him more than any hex. Harry was angry with him for leaving. He felt the rage swell up inside of Harry and begin expand.
And then there was another voice.
It was a woman laughing. An evil cackling. It filled his stomach with bile and consumed his mouth. That voice ripped at him more than the Dementors at Azkaban. It was Bellatrix Lestrange. With her laughter, he felt the last of Harry’s self control evaporate. He was hell-bent on revenge.
"SHE KILLED SIRIUS, SHE KILLED HIM AND I'LL KILL HER!" At the sound of Harry’s voice, Sirius was filled with anger more scorching and desperate than he had ever felt before.
This was too much. Sirius could take no more. He wasn't dead. He couldn't be dead. Here he was, crumpled on a stone floor, feeling the emotions of Harry and utterly unable to help him in anyway. He sat there, rocking back and forth, hoping that it would just go away.
As the culmination of the battle above roared in his head, he wished that he were dead. He didn't want to feel it anymore. Harry was alone in the world again. Sirius felt that he had failed him. This outweighed any of the emotions that he had felt from Harry’s mind. This was a wave of inconsolable grief. Why did everyone close to Harry have to be hurt or killed? This was a lot of pressure for a young boy.
Sirius remembered better times. The parties with Lily and James that he had attended were fresh in his mind. Lupin and Peter had been there as well. Those were happier times. He remembered changing Harry’s diapers and taking him to the park. And then things had started to go horribly wrong. [I]Framed. Azkaban. Murderer.[/I] Those were words that should have never been.
As he reminisced about those unfortunate events, the noise slowly started to subside. He was losing Harry. The connection was getting weaker. He stood and tried to yell again. Nothing but a whisper escaped his lips again.
He morphed into Snuffles and howled. He bayed in the direction that he thought Harry was in. The sound was deafening in his ears, but Harry was gone. He turned slowly and sniffed the ground.
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There were smells here. Life of some kind. He started following the scent. It was a bad smell. There was no hope here, just stale acrid remorse. He raised his head and whimpered. As he set one paw in front of the other, he felt as though he was turning his back again on Harry.
He couldn't think like that. He had to move. He had to keep alive. He had to get out of here. He walked for a long time. This stone hallway stretched as far as he could see. He morphed back into himself, an attempt to reserve his strength, and kept walking.
Abruptly the hallway ended. [I]Impossible[/I] he thought. It was just miles long. Thinking it was an illusion he kept walking. He decided it was real as his nose hit stone. He surveyed the wall. Solid stone. He had seen this stone before. Familiar feelings washed over him as dread plopped into his gut.
As he turned around he knew where he was. Azkaban. A Dementor hovered outside the bars, sucking what energy he had. He yelled out, trying to scream at the bars that were holding him captive. It was terrible. He sank as a dog into the corner and waited for the Dementor to give up and go away.
The wait wasn't long; there wasn't much happiness in his cell. As the Dementor floated away, he made a break for the bars. Keeping close to the wall he emerged back into the hallway. The same hallway he had been in before. The stones changed themselves and he realized where he was.
Lily and James' place. Godric’s Hollow. What was left of it anyway. He was suddenly on his motorcycle. As he handed it over to Hagrid, he knew he was being made to relive his most terrible moments. He didn't know if he could face it.
As Hagrid rode into the night with Harry, he started to crack. This was it. He couldn't do this. Not now. Harry's anger and grief were still swirling in his head, fresh as a raw sore. Mingled with his own emotions, it was too much for a man to take.
He was walking again. The hallway, same as before, again shifting to make another landscape. Changing, becoming the street where he faced Peter. As he faced this scene, he was filled with a hate so strong that the air around him crackled and hissed. Peter was the reason that their world had fallen apart. He was the beginning of the end.
As the street erupted in a wave of panic, darkness fell on Sirius’s mind. Sirius fell to the cold stone floor and closed his eyes. As he was drifting into sleep, whispers rose around him, he had the nervous feeling that he was no longer alone.