Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognise.

Warnings: Slash – Remus/Sirius.

A/N: This story is not going to be very long, probably just no more than half a dozen parts. I haven't forgotten any of my other stories, just this one is bugging me so much I have to write it or go insane…and we wouldn't want that.

Werewolf Dreams

When Sirius Black fell through the veil he would have liked to think he fell gracefully, or even dramatically. Unfortunately, the fall was neither of these; he simply fell.

He picked himself up on the other side of the archway and grinned at his laughing cousin. Did she think she could defeat him quite so easily? Bellatrix Lestrange was cackling away as though it was the funniest thing on Earth. Sirius supposed it might have been funny, but it wasn't that funny.

With his attention fixed on Bellatrix, it was a few moments before he realised that someone was calling his name, screaming it in fact.

"It's all right, Harry," Sirius called, stepping around the archway. He frowned for a moment when he realised that Harry wasn't calming down, but was in fact screaming for him even louder than before.

The Death Eaters were still sending spell after spell towards the members of the Order and Sirius did the only thing he could in the situation, he turned his wand to the nearest and fired off a stunning spell. He realised almost at once that something wasn't right; the spell merely passed through Bellatrix, almost as though she wasn't even there.

He tried a second time, but the effect was exactly the same.

The battle was soon over and Sirius stood, feeling somewhat cheated, and cast dirty looks at his treacherous wand.

"Moony?" he called, turning to where his friend had been standing with Harry. Remus was nowhere in sight and as he looked around the room he could see that the rest of the Order had also moved on.

"They're gone," an unfamiliar voice commented from behind him.

Sirius spun round, his reflexes fast and sure, and he trained his wand on the witch who was calmly watching him. "What happened?" he hissed.

"You came through The Veil," the witch replied, pointing needlessly to the archway, and the curtain that covered it.

"I know that," Sirius snapped. "Why didn't my spells work? Why couldn't they hear me?"

"You're dead," an elderly wizard explained as he stepped forward from the small crowd. "You're no longer a part of their world."

Sirius felt his blood run cold and he looked down at his hands, they appeared as solid as they always did. "And the rest of you?" He gestured with his wand and waited for the answer he wasn't sure he wanted to hear.

"We're like you," the witch replied. "We stay here to communicate with the Unspeakables."

"Communicate?" Sirius asked. "You can make yourself heard?"

"Only when speaking through The Veil," the witch explained. "As soon as you stepped away from the archway, they could no longer hear you."

Sirius frowned. What was he supposed to do now? Hang around here, waiting to talk to some stuffy wizard from the Ministry?

"You don't have to stay here," the wizard explained, causing Sirius to wonder if he'd spoken his thoughts aloud. "But, if you leave you'll find that no one will be able to see or hear you. After a while you'll come back here…everyone does eventually."

Sirius didn't believe that anything could persuade him to come back to this place, but he nodded politely anyway.

A moment later he was sprinting towards the door, hurrying to catch up with Harry, Remus and the rest of the Order.

He wasn't dead. He couldn't be. People didn't die from just falling through some old archway. Remus would know what to do. He just had to find a way to get a message to him. Surely it couldn't be that hard?