Strange Places (Discontinued)

Prologue

“You have been chosen,” the voice reverberated inside him. He lifted his head, even the small movement costing a great deal of effort. He was tired, so tired, and he longed to rest.

“You have been chosen,” the voice spoke again.

“I don’t…understand…” his voice was a croak.

“You shall gain knowledge, but it is up to you to understand. You have been chosen.”

“Chosen for what?” he was feeling stronger and he half rose, but there was nothing there. He was surrounded by a vast emptiness and the voice that spoke seemed to come from all around. He noticed that there was nothing solid beneath him, he seemed to be suspended in mid-air, if there was air in this place.

“You shall know. But now, you must go back.”

“Go back, where? Where am I? Who am I?” he had stood up as he spoke, realizing suddenly that he did not know who he was or where.

“You will know when you return. You have been chosen.”

“Chosen for what?” but his voice died in the void and silence was all the answer he got. Then the world started spinning and he was spinning along with it and he screamed, but no sound emerged from his mouth and then he was falling, falling, falling…..

Albus Dumbledore examined the prone body of the man who lay on the shabby bed.

“You mean he just appeared here?” he asked Mundungus Fletcher.

Mundungus nodded. “There was a sound like a thunder clap, almost like someone apparating, but louder, very louder, and there he was.”

The door burst open and Remus Lupin rushed inside. “Professor! Mad-Eye told me-”

He stopped short at seeing the prone form on the bed.

“It’s him,” said he. “But how is this possible?”

Dumbledore shook his head. “I do not know. But yes, it appears to be him. And he seems to be alive as well.”

Lupin walked over to the bed, looking down at the unconscious man. “Sirius…” he whispered.