Sirius opened his eyes. He was standing in a large, open space. For some reason, it reminded him of the Hogwarts grounds. Except that there was nothing going on here, far removed from the hive of activity that the grounds at Hogwarts were. It was serene, peaceful.
He turned around to see a building not unlike Hogwarts towering behind him. As he walked towards the great wooden doors, they slowly swing outwards to give him admittance within. No sooner could he see inside, though, than Sirius stopped immediately.
Someone was waiting for him, just inside.
It was a face he hadn’t seen for years – but a face that he couldn’t mistake. He’d spent nearly a lifetime with this individual, seen him night and day for so many years.
Even after all these years, Sirius could barely hold back his contempt.
“Er…hi, Sirius”, said the figure. “I’ve…I’ve been waiting to talk to you”. He seemed tentative. There was an appealing look on his face, almost as if he were begging Sirius. “I know we never got along. I know we…chose differently – ”
“Too damn right!” Sirius barked. “Of all the people, it had to be you I see first. I can’t believe it. I could’ve sworn it would be James I’d see first. Even in death, I have to suffer your presence. Just get out of my way!” Sirius turned on his heel to head out to the grounds. There had to be a way out of here.
“No! Wait!” Suddenly the figure darted out from the building towards the rapidly retreating form of Sirius. “You don’t understand!”
“I understand plenty! I know everything there is to know about you. All the way to your allegiance to Voldemort!” Sirius didn’t even turn around to face him.
“No. You don’t.”
Sirius sensed that the figure behind him had stopped following him. He also sensed the marked change in his tone of voice. He was no longer supplicating. His voice was matter–of –fact, full of conviction.
Sirius stopped walking, and turned to face him.
“Oh, really?” Sirius sneered. “And what don’t I know? That you couldn’t handle the pressure of being a Death Eater? That you tried to walk out on Voldemort, you stupid fool?”
“No, “answered Regulus Black. “That I tried to kill him”.