Fic : What happened to Sirius Black !
Title : What happened to Sirius Black !
Author : Lyveah
Rating : FR15
Crossover : BtVS/Harry Potter
Disclaimer : All characters and universe presented here belong to their original owners. Harry Potter, after Book 5.
Word Count : 797
Summary : Sirius Black was not killed by the Veil in the Departement of Mysteries.
Moaning, Sirius opened his eyes
"Somebody took the number of this Hyppogriffe?"
Looking around him, he rose painfully to inspect the surroundings.
'At least I'm no longer in the Ministry of Magic,' he thought wryly. 'The question is, where am I ?'
All he could see, was that he stood at the bottom of a dark, dilapidated and stinking alley, .
The last thing he could remember was the laughter of his cousin, a flash of red light and a sensation of intense cold as he passed through the veil of the Department of Mysteries.
He checked that he still had all its members attached and, when the result proved positive, try to get up ... without success.
Sighing, he crawl towards the wall and, exhausted, leaned against it to catch his breath. He tried to change in dog, without success.
It would be much more diffcult to locate himself if he did not even have the strength to stand up. His arrival here had take him a lot of power and magic. He had no real choice but to find food, and quickly, if he wanted to survive.
Luckily, he was, now, very close to a huge garbage dump. He was almost sure to find something edible here, and it would be a perfect refuge for the rest of the night. His stay in Azkaban, and in the magical slums of London, had at least learned him that.
Deploying a huge effort, and after a time which seemed very long to him, but in his state of fatigue this could have take only 5 minutes, he managed to climb into the dumpster.
Slowly he settled in a corner to catch his breath and pull himself together. After recovering from his latest 'escapade', he examined the inside of the dump to determine what he could find in here.
He jumped when his eyes fell into those, glassy, belonging to the corpse who observed him.
The bins of Knockturn Alley had accustomed him to almost everything, but still, he had to land in a strange and shady city if throwing away worn rags or human corpses was the same thing, he thought as he saw two other bodies under the first.
***
An indefinite time later, after eating what he could find, and slept as much as possible, he emerged from the dump before to transform into dog, ready to leave this alley where the sun does not seem to penetrate.
Troting carefully, uncharacteristic for his race and size of dog, he came out of the alley to rush into a slightly wider but equally dark street, although it was in a largely lower state of disrepair.
He went forth, brushing the walls and fitting into the shadows, eager to find a point of reference allowing him to return to England and his godson.
The big problem of the Apparition, was that you could not activate it if you did not know where you were. And with how he had landed here, this does not even surprised him if he was no longer on earth.
This impression was reinforced when 2 humanoid silhouettes with extra planetary features, came towards his position.
"They are here."
"Are you sure ?"
"Of course, I located them few hours ago, they must have fallen asleep."
Completely ignoring the big dog just visible in the shadows, the 2 beings who, to his great relief, spoke English, came near a porch higher up in the street and grab a cardboard box on the floor. Opening it with great care, they looked to the inside and then closed it with a satisfied smile, but not before Sirius managed to feel to feel a familiar smell 'kittens ?'
"A good half-dozen."
"Master Spike will be pleased," the other nodded before they walk away.
Despite himself, he was intrigued by who sent his subordinates to go looking for 'kittens', Sirius got closer to them more easily, staying in the shadows.
The time they began to emerge from the dark streets, he had learned that the kittens were used up to play poker ... perhaps a strange local custom, in any case, it was almost certain that he was still on earth, and in a town called Sunnydale if he had to believe the advertising they crossed.
Deciding to try his luck now that his 2 guides had involuntary brought him to the center of this town, he left them distance him before taking a side street.
If the rest of the night went as well, he would be back in London before the next morning.
Now all perky, he happily gets in another street... just in time to be cut to pieces by the army of monstrous zombies who seem to have invaded the streets of Sunnydale...
...To be continued...the adventures of the zombies army...
Author : Lyveah
Rating : FR15
Crossover : BtVS/Harry Potter
Disclaimer : All characters and universe presented here belong to their original owners. Harry Potter, after Book 5.
Word Count : 797
Summary : Sirius Black was not killed by the Veil in the Departement of Mysteries.
Moaning, Sirius opened his eyes
"Somebody took the number of this Hyppogriffe?"
Looking around him, he rose painfully to inspect the surroundings.
'At least I'm no longer in the Ministry of Magic,' he thought wryly. 'The question is, where am I ?'
All he could see, was that he stood at the bottom of a dark, dilapidated and stinking alley, .
The last thing he could remember was the laughter of his cousin, a flash of red light and a sensation of intense cold as he passed through the veil of the Department of Mysteries.
He checked that he still had all its members attached and, when the result proved positive, try to get up ... without success.
Sighing, he crawl towards the wall and, exhausted, leaned against it to catch his breath. He tried to change in dog, without success.
It would be much more diffcult to locate himself if he did not even have the strength to stand up. His arrival here had take him a lot of power and magic. He had no real choice but to find food, and quickly, if he wanted to survive.
Luckily, he was, now, very close to a huge garbage dump. He was almost sure to find something edible here, and it would be a perfect refuge for the rest of the night. His stay in Azkaban, and in the magical slums of London, had at least learned him that.
Deploying a huge effort, and after a time which seemed very long to him, but in his state of fatigue this could have take only 5 minutes, he managed to climb into the dumpster.
Slowly he settled in a corner to catch his breath and pull himself together. After recovering from his latest 'escapade', he examined the inside of the dump to determine what he could find in here.
He jumped when his eyes fell into those, glassy, belonging to the corpse who observed him.
The bins of Knockturn Alley had accustomed him to almost everything, but still, he had to land in a strange and shady city if throwing away worn rags or human corpses was the same thing, he thought as he saw two other bodies under the first.
***
An indefinite time later, after eating what he could find, and slept as much as possible, he emerged from the dump before to transform into dog, ready to leave this alley where the sun does not seem to penetrate.
Troting carefully, uncharacteristic for his race and size of dog, he came out of the alley to rush into a slightly wider but equally dark street, although it was in a largely lower state of disrepair.
He went forth, brushing the walls and fitting into the shadows, eager to find a point of reference allowing him to return to England and his godson.
The big problem of the Apparition, was that you could not activate it if you did not know where you were. And with how he had landed here, this does not even surprised him if he was no longer on earth.
This impression was reinforced when 2 humanoid silhouettes with extra planetary features, came towards his position.
"They are here."
"Are you sure ?"
"Of course, I located them few hours ago, they must have fallen asleep."
Completely ignoring the big dog just visible in the shadows, the 2 beings who, to his great relief, spoke English, came near a porch higher up in the street and grab a cardboard box on the floor. Opening it with great care, they looked to the inside and then closed it with a satisfied smile, but not before Sirius managed to feel to feel a familiar smell 'kittens ?'
"A good half-dozen."
"Master Spike will be pleased," the other nodded before they walk away.
Despite himself, he was intrigued by who sent his subordinates to go looking for 'kittens', Sirius got closer to them more easily, staying in the shadows.
The time they began to emerge from the dark streets, he had learned that the kittens were used up to play poker ... perhaps a strange local custom, in any case, it was almost certain that he was still on earth, and in a town called Sunnydale if he had to believe the advertising they crossed.
Deciding to try his luck now that his 2 guides had involuntary brought him to the center of this town, he left them distance him before taking a side street.
If the rest of the night went as well, he would be back in London before the next morning.
Now all perky, he happily gets in another street... just in time to be cut to pieces by the army of monstrous zombies who seem to have invaded the streets of Sunnydale...
...To be continued...the adventures of the zombies army...