"Harry Potter and the Brethren of Ares"

Spoilers: Harry Potter and the Sorcerers Stone/Philosophers Stone, Chamber of Secrets, Prisoner of Azkaban, Goblet of Fire, and Order of the Phoenix.

Rating: PG-13 for language and *dun dun dun* gore, to put it....oddly.

Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim to own Harry Potter or any of its trademarks. HP belongs to J.K. Rowling and other associates. I'd just like to thank her for letting me play with her baby.

Prologue: Behind the Curtain

".....And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.

            Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing- Sirius had only fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second....

            But Sirius did not reappear."

-"Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix", American Version, Chapter Thirty-Five, "Beyond the Veil", pg 806.

He was falling, just falling, into nothing. The whispering was driving him mad- why wouldn't it stop? Why? He hit the ground, contracting into a tight ball as to lessen the pain, but the pain never came. His ebony hair fell into his face, his soft, long hair....soft?

He stood up, and looked around. As he did so, the chamber lit up with a soft blue glow. He was standing in a room of mirrors- they covered the walls, the ceiling, and the floors. Giving a small gasp, he crept forward and examined his reflection. His hair was stylishly cut, his eyes had lost their haunted emptiness, and his skin was smoother, no longer grimy....

He was seventeen again.

"SIRIUS!"

Sirius whipped around.

That voice.

"SIRIUS!"

Harry's voice.

"Harry, where are you?" he yelled, turning around and around, banging on the walls, trying frantically to get to his godson.

"HE HASN'T GONE!"

"Harry, I'm here, where are you.........Where am I?"

"SIRIUS! SIRIUS!"

"Sirius."

Sirius froze as a much softer voice spoke his name.

It couldn't be...

He turned around, and his breath caught in his throat.

Her bright red hair was flying about in a breeze that wasn't there, her emerald eyes were sparkling, and her white, white hand was caressing the arm of a lanky, messy-haired man whose aqua eyes were sparkling behind thick glasses...

Sirius gasped. "Lily...James..." He blinked.

Then, he was being held by two of his best friends.

"SIRIUS!"

He pulled away. "Harry? Where are you?"

Lily and James exchanged sad looks.

"HE-IS-NOT-DEAD! SIRIUS!"

"Of course I'm not de-" Sirius stopped. He was seventeen again....he had just been hugging Lily and James.....he was dueling Bella and he had fallen...he had fallen through the Arch of Hades.....

He turned towards the couple, horrified.

James nodded. "C'mon, Sirius, we can show you Harry..."

The two of them took his hands like he was still a child and led him through a door he hadn't seen, or perhaps wasn't there before. Sirius then noticed that they, too, were seventeen.

They led him into a room that had a strong silver glow, but without the mirrors. The walls were white-washed, as were the floors and ceiling. In the center of the circular room was what appeared to be a large marble bird bath. He raised his eyebrows at Lily, who grinned. She took his hand again and led him to the bath, and let go of it to swirl her own hands in the liquid that sat in the marble basin. The liquid was clear, and would have looked like water if not for the almost transparent mint green smoke that rose from it. The smoke receded, and Sirius leaned forward. James slipped into place behind Lily, wrapping his arms around her waist and poking his head over her shoulder.

Sirius had a full aerial view of the room in the Department of Mysteries that he had been in. He searched the room- Dumbledore was rounding up Death Eaters, Mad-Eye was trying to revive Tonks, and Kingsley was dueling with Bella.....there. Sirius was suddenly looking at a close up of Remus and Harry. Remus was speaking to the Longbottom boy. He looked exhausted, and sad. Sirius focused on his friends face, feeling his heart drop.

Lily and James exchanged glances.

Sirius followed Remus's arm with his eyes to see that the Professor had a firm grip on Harry's wrist. Harry was looking at the ground. He had a lost expression on his face.

Sirius heard Lily choke back a sob as he bit back his own tears. Remus was the only real family Harry had left now, even with the Weasleys.

Then there was a loud bang and a yell from behind the dais. Sirius watched as Harry pulled his arm out of Remus's grip.

"SHE KILLED SIRIUS! SHE KILLED HIM- I'LL KILL HER!"

Sirius gasped, "Harry, no-"

James's hand was on his shoulder. "I know how frustrating this is, but we can't reach them. Harry won't kill her; he isn't able to kill anyone yet."

Sirius gave a wry grin that didn't meet his eyes. "And, if anyone can beat the shit out of Bellatrix Lestrange, it's Harry."

Lily smiled. "That's our Harry."

~Later~

Sirius faced his two best friends. They had just watched Harry survive another encounter with Voldemort, attempt a shouting match with Dumbledore, and find out the reality of his situation. He was shaking uncontrollably out of anger and fear.

"What am I supposed to do? I can't do anything for Harry anymore, how is he going to deal with this?"

They didn't answer.

~*~

Author's Note: Welcome to my brand spankin' new series. As you can tell, this is a sixth year fic. I hope you liked this prologue- review!

I'm going to start writing chapter one right after this, so expect it later today (June 30) or tomorrow (July 1). I hope to have this finished before September, before November at the latest.

~Merusa