To Rise Again From Ashes...

8. Nightmares...

It was never ending darkness that surrounded him. He casted a silent lumos with his wand and the cold marble floor became visible to him.

He was inside the familiar halls of Ministry. However there was no one there.
"Hello??" His voice echoed in the silent hall. "Anyone there?"

No one replied.

"I am here to rob you all." He said joking nervously but still no answer.

'Okay, its scary now.' he mumbled to himself and made his way ahead. He was walking ahead when he heard a squeak from his feet and looked down. He had stepped on some liquid. He bent down to have a clear look at what was lying in middle of the ministry. The poddle looked dark colour as he dipped his finger in it and raised it to see it near his eyes, he stumbled back and fell on his ass as he realised it was blood.

What the hell is blood doing here? Is someone injured? Where is everyone? He thought.

He got up and walked ahead to see where the blood had come from. First he saw the abdomen of someone lying in the floor , his arms were twisted in an awkward angle.

"What happened?" He said praying that the man was somehow alive. He pointed his wand towards where his face was supposed to be. It was the face of Harry lying at his feet.

His hands shook as he placed his fingers over his pulse but he couldn't feel anything.

"NO!" He shrieked as he picked her in his arms.

Clack clack clack

He heard the clacking of a boot on the marble floor. He got up leaving the body of his godson and stared at the direction of the sound. Soon he could make out a silhouette standing infront of him. He felt numb as his eyes darted towards the body once more. His godson whom he had just gained again, he lost him again.
"Who are you?" He asked in a neutral voice. He had felt angry when James had died, he had felt angry when he was sent to Azkaban when Harry was sent to the hell hole, He was angry when he heard Peter was at Hogwarts, he was angry when he was imprisoned in Grimmauld Palace but now he felt nothing. Literally Nothing.

The person standing infront of him could be the one who killed his godson. This thought pulled him back as rage filled him.
"Lumos Maxima." He yelled and pointed his wand at the silhouette. He eyes narrowed as he took the person in front of him.

"Reggie?" He asked.

The boy infront of him looked sixteen or seventeen. He had black hair and grey eyes. Sirius Black took in the stranger infront of him, his eyes were hollow and his skin looked like he had a vine growing on him. His veins were visible over his skin all over his face and hands.

Suddenly his wand flew out of his hand into the boy's.

"You are not my Reggie." Sirius said as he realised his vulnerable state now in absence of his wand. He was reckless but not a fool to attack him when he had two wands

He realised that the man was still silent and his eyes was gleaming evilly.

"Who are you?" He asked.

The man took a step towards him. Sirius awaited him eagerly so that he could transform and attack him when he is close enough. The man was approaching him slowly like a predator to a prey.

"I am your nightmare.

"I don't care. Why did you hurt Harry. He never did anything to you."