Piercing the Veil | By : trudyw000 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8941 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4 |
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Piercing the Veil
Chapter One
Sirius ducked the red blast of the spell that Bellatrix fired his way bringing up his wand to fire a curse back at the insane witch. Suddenly pain blossomed across his chest and he stumbled backwards. He locked eyes with his horrified god-son and watched in anguish as the emerald green gaze was clouded with the pain of impending loss. Regret filled him as his eyes widened in shock, the smile died on his lips, fear and surprise flashed across his features as he felt himself fall through the stone archway of the ancient portal. He shuddered as an ice cold tide flowed through his body and he felt himself float away as blackness encroached upon his vision and all consciousness faded from his battered and broken body.
Sirius had no idea how much time had passed before he struggled up from the black pit within his mind to once more achieve consciousness. At least he thought he was conscious but when he opened his eyes it made no difference. He was pretty sure that his eyes were open, he could feel the muscles in his eyelids moving in response to his commands, but there was no change to the colourless void surrounding him. Feeling panic beginning to rush up inside of him he ruthlessly pushed it back down, it wouldn't help him at all in his current situation, whatever that may be. Auror instincts rushed to the fore and concentrating all of his energy on his other senses he tried to gather any information at all about his location. His ears registered nothing, no sound at all, not even the sound of his own breathing. Touch also registered nothing, he tried to feel if he was laying on a bed but there was no sensation, he simply appeared to be drifting in a void. He tried to reach up, to touch his own face, he felt the muscles in his arms tensing as if to make the necessary movements but nothing more, no sensation of contact through either his hands or the skin of his face.
The panic that he had so ruthlessly suppressed just moments ago came roaring back, fighting free of all constraints. He thrashed wildly, arms and legs flailing at the nothingness that surrounded him, flinging his head back and forth he screamed at the top of his lungs. Nothing happened, he screamed but heard no sound, he thrashed but made contact with nothing, he was trapped inside his own head. Where was he? What had happened? Was anybody there? SOMEBODY HELP ME!
Eventually, all screamed out, Sirius backed himself into a tiny hole deep within his own mind and pulled the door shut behind himself. He had no idea how long he hid, slowly a sense of comfort began to spread its way through his consciousness. Gradually Sirius began to unfold out of his hiding place, he could still see nothing, still hear and feel nothing, but he no longer felt alone. He felt individual presences surrounding him, just a few at first all broadcasting a deep sense of calm. Over time more presences appeared, he could pick out individual feelings from the crowd, some seemed calming, some comforting, some were merely indifferent but none seemed actively hostile. He wanted to speak to whoever was there, call out to them to ask them to help him but he was afraid. Although the broadcast emotions had helped him to regain some measure of control over his fears he could still feel the earlier panic bubbling underneath. His psyche was so damaged by twelve years in Azkaban that he feared to lose even the slightest portion of that control, scared that if he lost it again he might never drag himself back from the brink.
The passage of time was indeterminable in the void in which Sirius floated but slowly he became aware of three individual presences separating out from the rest. Ahead of him the presence was strong, forceful, masculine. By contrast the presences to his left and right were softer, more feminine in feel, one warm and motherly, the other cool and sparkling with curiosity. Sirius began to feel a pull, directing his attention toward the more masculine presence. Pulling his concentration together after what felt like eons in the empty limbo took all the strength left to him but finally he managed it and directed a questioning thought to the beings surrounding him, “what's happening.”
Slowly words formed within his mind, “innocent or guilty?”
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