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Piercing the Veil	By : trudyw000 Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8941 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or Stargate Atlantis, I make no money from the writing of this story.

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Authors Note : Thank you Alwayslove for your review, Sirius is in Atlantis. Only a short chapter this time but it was such a perfect place to cut it off. Read and enjoy.

Chapter 4

Sirius stepped through the door into a darkness lit only by the glow of the shimmering blue disk behind him. He was looking around himself, trying to pierce the shadows beyond the reach of the dim light, when with a metallic clunk the ring shut down and he was plunged into absolute darkness.

Disoriented at first he stood still, peering around him into the inky blackness but he was unable to see anything at all. Then he remembered what Khala had told him about his wand. Now looked like as good a time as any to try out wandless magic. Needing a focus for his intent he held out his left hand, palm up. He felt rather silly, like posturing hero from a childs comic book, but he shook off the feeling. Visualising a glowing ball of light, just as he was used to seeing at his wandtip he gathered as much power as he could and pushed it out towards his hand as he intoned “Lumos.”

Suddenly a blinding flash of light exploded from his palm briefly lighting up a large chamber causing Sirius to stumble backwards, flinging up his arms to shield his eyes. “Cool” he muttered to himself, he knew Khala had said he would be more powerful now, but hearing it was far different to actually seeing it.

Shaking out his hand Sirius was glad to realise that despite the intense light, there had been no heat emitted and his hand was uninjured. He waited for a few moments, until the afterimage of the searing ball of light he had conjured had faded from his retinas before he tried again. This time he restrained himself pushing only a whisper of magic to his hand and he was rewarded with a small glowing ball that lit up a six foot radius around himself. Grinning with satisfaction at his achievement Sirius turned slowly in place, examining his surroundings.

The first thing to attract his attention was the strange doorway he had come through. Awestruck he ran his free hand over the surface of the giant metal ring that he had apparently stepped out of after Khala had ushered him through the door to his bedroom. Surprisingly it felt warm to his touch and he felt the latent power thrumming through his body. After briefly running his free hand over the strange markings etched into the metal he reluctantly drew his hand away and turned to see the rest of the chamber. He stood on a brown, stone floor marked with geometric patterns which radiated out from the centre of the large portal behind him. Exploring the area with his conjured light he found that he was standing on what appeared to be a largish platform leading up to a large metal ring which stood on edge.

Opposite the ring he found an impressive flight of steps which led him up to a mezzanine floor overlooking the platform where he had originally arrived. Having no other frame of reference he figured that this was another veil, twin to the one he had fallen through in the Department of Mysteries.

Thinking of that reminded him that however fantastic this place was he had a higher priority than simple exploration. He needed to get back to Harry, he needed to reassure Harry that rumours of his death had been greatly exaggerated. He needed to use his new found power to help end the war against he-who-must-not-be-named so that he could clear his name and get Harry away from those awful relatives of his. Most of all he needed to reassure himself that his god-son was well, and that his magical strength had not been badly reduced by the misunderstood training that had marred generations of witches and wizards.

Taking a minute to think Sirius quickly came to the conclusion that Harry would have returned to Hogwarts after the debacle at the Department of Mysteries. That decided Sirius knew his only option was to apparate to Hogsmeade.

Searching his surroundings Sirius found the crumbling remains of a long dead plant. Snapping off a brittle twig he transfigured it into a sturdy torch. Jamming the butt end of it into the railing around the mezzanine floor where he stood Sirius focused his will and with a muttered “incendio” the makeshift torch sprang into life. The area was illuminated now with a warm, flickering light.

Extinguishing the small light in his left hand, he summoned a picture of the interior of the Shrieking shack, just as he’d last seen it at the end of Harry’s third year. He envisioned himself stood in the upstairs bedroom where Harry had first confronted him. Holding the image clear in his head he pushed a thread of magic into the image and waited for the twisting turmoil that was apparition travel to take him. Nothing happened.

Reconstructing the picture of where he wanted to be he added in the image of the dusty hangings surrounding the magnificent four-poster bed where Crookshanks had been lying on that fateful day. Pulling together a stronger pulse of magic he pushed it into the image with a clear intention in his mind, ‘I want to be here!’ Still nothing happened.

Frustrated now and determined Sirius stamped the image of where he wanted to be firmly in the forefront of his mind. Pulling up all the magic he could reach just as he had when he first attempted the lumos spell he pushed it all at the image as hard as he could. The effort sapped all his energy, causing him to fall to his knees in the flickering light but still nothing happened.

Distraught he screamed, “Khala!” but no plump, motherly woman appeared to help him in his hour of need. He was lost and alone, stuck in some empty, musty, deserted place with no idea where he was and no way to get home.

Slumping back onto his heels, hands braced on his knees, head hanging low Sirius cried. He cried for the boy who he loved like a son, the boy he had only recently begun to know, he cried for Wormtail’s betrayal, for James and Lily’s deaths and for the loss of the friendship he had begun to rebuild with Moony. He cried for the world he had left behind that seemed truly lost to him now.

Eventually the sobs faded and Sirius knelt quietly on the floor as he resigned himself to his fate. As he calmed, he thought about all the effort that his unknown rescuers had gone to in order to save him. The work that they had put in to repair all the damage to his body and mind. Why would they go to all that effort only to trap him in some abandoned building to die. Thinking back he remembered the images that he had seen of people walking through the veil just had he had, and the promise that Khala’s people had made, that he would be alone at first but that others were coming.

He clung fiercely to that thought. If others were coming then surely they would be able to help him, to show him how to get out of this place. He assumed that there were some powerful anti-apparition wards in place to prevent him leaving but if he could just get clear of them then he could try again. He refused to be beaten and with that resolution in place he climbed once again to his feet. Khala had said that the others would follow in a few days, so he only had to find food and water to survive until they arrived. He would get out of here and back to Harry, he would help to defeat he-who.... no, he would help to defeat Voldemort. After all if a child did not fear to say the name then why should he, he would help to defeat Voldemort. And then he would live free and help Harry to enjoy the few remaining years of his childhood in peace, before he launched into adulthood. He would be there for him, just as James and Lily would have wanted him to be.

Khala and her people had helped him, they wouldn’t have gone to all that effort just to leave him to die. He’d survive until help came and then he’d be free.

Thinking of Khala brought back her cryptic parting words, ‘say hello to Lantia for me.’

“Hello Lantia” he muttered with a wry twist of his lips.

“Hello” a warm, feminine voice replied inside his head.

A/N : There you go, hope you liked this chapter, next chapter Sirius has to survive until the arrival of Elizabeth Weir's expedition. Please review.
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