Author name: Nicola
Warnings: MAJOR HARRY POTTER BOOK FIVE SPOILERS. I REPEAT, MAJOR HARRY POTTER BOOK FIVE SPOILERS. IN CASE YOU DIDN'T HEAR ME THE LAST TWO TIMES, THIS STORY HAS MAJOR HARRY POTTER BOOK FIVE SPOILERS. Unless you are truly dumb, you've figured out that this story takes place after book five. On Buffy, set it after season five.
Summary: What if the curtained chamber led not to death, but to a portal, to another world?
Disclaimer: Not mine. Not mine. Not mine. In case the first three times didn't clue you off, I will repeat. The characters used in this story do not belong to me. They are J.K. Rowling's and Jos Whedon's. I'm just borrowing.
Rating: PG13 for Sirius' potty mouth and a slightly sexual situation.
A little shortie that popped into my head after I read the book.
He had expected to die.
He had wanted to die.
To join James and Lily.
But of all the places to get himself cursed, he had chosen the bloody Department of Mysteries, and had fallen into that bloody chamber beyond the curtains. A bottomless chamber, which held, of all things, a portal.
He had just wanted to get out of that horrid house for one bloody night, get away from his completely starkers house-elf, and blow off some cabin fever, not to mention helping Harry and saving the day. He wanted to get out of the blasted building he called a home and have an adventure, in the style of those he and James used to have.
Well, he had acheived his goal.
He was sure what was happening now would count as an adventure in James' book.
And never again would he have to reside in the Black family house.
Kinda hard to live somewhere when it's in another dimension.
Yup, that's right. Another bloody dimension.
Leave it to the sodding Department of Mysteries with its bloody Unspeakables to have discovered inter-dimensional travel.
He had fallen out of the portal into a grave-yard, in the sodding States, of all places. California to be exact.
If she hadn't found him, he didn't know what he would have done.
She had been a life-saver.
She hadn't been perturbed at all by a man in funny robes falling from the sky. She had helped him up, and brought him to her home. When he asked her why she wasn't afraid of him, she said she had better things to be afraid of.
She was right.
This reality was downright scary. The Vampires, Werewolves, and other animals that were also indiginous to his world were much more viscious here. But scarier were the creatures that were new to him. Demons of many different breeds, vampires with souls, and hellgods.
All things that his little redhead had faced time and time again.
Her best friend had been killed by a hell god, leaving his red witch to raise her little sister. Her other best friend was married to a vengeance demon.
So accepting him had been no problem for her.
She had taken him into her home, provided food and clothing for him, found him a job, got him situated in this world, even tried to find a way for him to go home.
The search had been fruitless.
Still, some nights he would sit on the window ledge and stare at the stars, wondering if the little orbs of light he was looking at were the same that Harry Potter looked up to at dinner in the Great Hall.
"Sirius, Are you coming to bed or not?" his red-headed nymph called to him.
"I'll be right there, Willow." With one last longing look at the stars, he turned from the window.