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An: This is an idea I've had for some time, and it follows as where Manages to escape Remus' grip on him in the DoM, and follows Sirius through the veil only to end up somewhere entirely different.


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

But Sirius did not reappear.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!" He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out…

But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry-"

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"

"-It's too late, Harry."

"We can still reach him!"

Harry wondered why Lupin was being so difficult and refraining him. Furiously, Harry tore himself away and hurried towards the veil. He was almost there now. Lupin was shouting something from behind him but he wasn't listening.

Harry reached the veal, and brushed it away when he got there, and then everything started spinning. Everything was black, and he was spinning faster and faster, screams deafened his ears and he realized that it was himself that was screaming, and finally after what seemed like an eternity it stopped and he crashed to the soft grass floor and passed out.

With a groan Harry woke up. Where was he? He was lying in a soft bed that was for sure, and when he opened his eyes he recoiled in shock. Above him standing with a gentle smile on his face stood a tall…man if he could be called that, with pointed ears, long dark hair, eyes red as fire and blue skin, 'what the hell is going on' Harry thought furiously.

The man seemed to understand a little of what Harry was thinking on because he answered, "I am Sarin Durathi, the local Mage Guild steward here in Chorrol, you are lucky we found you when we did, a few more hours and it would have been nightfall and who knows what would have happened then".

Harry was looking blankly at the strange man…'mage guild…steward…Chorrol, what the hell is going on'? with a strenuous effort Harry managed to gain control over his vocal chords again, "And-and where is…this Chorrol that you are speaking off"?

The blue man looked at Harry as if he couldn't understand what was being said. "Chorrol is a city north in the province of Cyrodiil on the continent of Tamriel which lies on the world of Nirn", he finished unsurely.

Harry now had a sneaking suspicion of exactly what the veil was, and now when he looked out a window and saw a different night sky, along with two moons, his mind went into overdrive, and the word 'Holy Shit' escaped his mind before he blanked out again.

AN: This is just the prolouge, I expect that the first chapter will be up soon enough. Rewiews are as always welcome, thanks everybody.