Disclaimer:: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters.
Chapter One: The Little Girl
"Come on you can do better than that," Sirius laughed. How he loved teasing her. Suddenly he was hit with a spell. He was shocked at the impact of the spell. He felt himself falling backwards, he felt a cold rush of air and suddenly he felt nothing. He stood up, his eyes still closed. He heard Harry's panicked voice, "SIRIUS, SIRIUS!"
Then Remus's voice, "He can't come back Harry because he's d."
"REMUS, YOU IDIOT, I AM NOT DEAD!" Sirius yelled but a small voice inside him asked 'Am I?'
Sirius opened his eyes He was in a large well decorated room, there were about a dozen others in there and none of them seemed at all disturbed at his screaming or that he, apparently, had just appeared out of no where.
"Excuse me," said a small, little-girlish voice from behind Sirius.
Sirius spun around and before him stood a little girl, no more than 10 years old, smiling at him. Her chestnut brown hair fell past her shoulders and her chocolate brown eyes glistened in the light.
"Hello," the little girl spoke again.
"What? Oh um. Hi!" said Sirius, still trying to figure out where he was. "Do you know where I am?"
"Yes," the little girl responded, smiling sweetly.
"Well, where am I?" said Sirius after a few moments.
"Right now, you are nowhere exactly," the little girl responded, as if there was nothing at all weird about what she just said. "I know someone who can help you figure out why you are here and where you are supposed to be though. Follow me."
Sirius followed the little girl along a series of corridors. "So umm what's your name?"
"Emma," the little girl answered.
" Hi Emma, I am Sirius."
"Good to meet you."
Then the girl stopped at a pair of doors and opened them. She led Sirius into a bright white room where there was a long line of people, some looking just as confused as Sirius did.
"You have to wait in line," Emma said and disappeared further up the line.
The line moved rather quickly and before Sirius knew it there was only 4 more people in front of him. Then one, Sirius heard this conversation.
"Name?" said a young woman's voice.
"Patricia Clarksdale," the woman in front of Sirius replied.
"Patricia Ann Fredrick Clarksdale of San Antonio, California?" the young lady's voice questioned.
"Yes," the woman answered.
"Through the door on my right," the young lady said.
Then it was Sirius's turn. He stepped up and saw a young, vibrant woman sitting at a desk with a computer monitor in front of her. She had chin length golden blonde hair. Her soft spiral locks bounced when she moved her head. Her eyes were a turquoise blue and sparkled when she spoke.
The woman smiled, "You don't know where you are do you?"
Sirius shook his head.
The woman laughed, "I expect to see more of your kind soon, what with He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named being reformed and all."
Sirius nodded then spoke with a slightly shaky voice, "Where am I?"
The woman smiled, "Welcome to the Gateways."
Chapter One: The Little Girl
"Come on you can do better than that," Sirius laughed. How he loved teasing her. Suddenly he was hit with a spell. He was shocked at the impact of the spell. He felt himself falling backwards, he felt a cold rush of air and suddenly he felt nothing. He stood up, his eyes still closed. He heard Harry's panicked voice, "SIRIUS, SIRIUS!"
Then Remus's voice, "He can't come back Harry because he's d."
"REMUS, YOU IDIOT, I AM NOT DEAD!" Sirius yelled but a small voice inside him asked 'Am I?'
Sirius opened his eyes He was in a large well decorated room, there were about a dozen others in there and none of them seemed at all disturbed at his screaming or that he, apparently, had just appeared out of no where.
"Excuse me," said a small, little-girlish voice from behind Sirius.
Sirius spun around and before him stood a little girl, no more than 10 years old, smiling at him. Her chestnut brown hair fell past her shoulders and her chocolate brown eyes glistened in the light.
"Hello," the little girl spoke again.
"What? Oh um. Hi!" said Sirius, still trying to figure out where he was. "Do you know where I am?"
"Yes," the little girl responded, smiling sweetly.
"Well, where am I?" said Sirius after a few moments.
"Right now, you are nowhere exactly," the little girl responded, as if there was nothing at all weird about what she just said. "I know someone who can help you figure out why you are here and where you are supposed to be though. Follow me."
Sirius followed the little girl along a series of corridors. "So umm what's your name?"
"Emma," the little girl answered.
" Hi Emma, I am Sirius."
"Good to meet you."
Then the girl stopped at a pair of doors and opened them. She led Sirius into a bright white room where there was a long line of people, some looking just as confused as Sirius did.
"You have to wait in line," Emma said and disappeared further up the line.
The line moved rather quickly and before Sirius knew it there was only 4 more people in front of him. Then one, Sirius heard this conversation.
"Name?" said a young woman's voice.
"Patricia Clarksdale," the woman in front of Sirius replied.
"Patricia Ann Fredrick Clarksdale of San Antonio, California?" the young lady's voice questioned.
"Yes," the woman answered.
"Through the door on my right," the young lady said.
Then it was Sirius's turn. He stepped up and saw a young, vibrant woman sitting at a desk with a computer monitor in front of her. She had chin length golden blonde hair. Her soft spiral locks bounced when she moved her head. Her eyes were a turquoise blue and sparkled when she spoke.
The woman smiled, "You don't know where you are do you?"
Sirius shook his head.
The woman laughed, "I expect to see more of your kind soon, what with He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named being reformed and all."
Sirius nodded then spoke with a slightly shaky voice, "Where am I?"
The woman smiled, "Welcome to the Gateways."