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.

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.

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.

“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.

“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.

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 …

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

“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.

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.

“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.

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

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.

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 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.

“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…”

“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.”

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!

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