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This is mainly for my own use--I'm in an internet cafe, so I can't save on the computer, so I have to save it on LJ. I have little idea of the context of this story, except that it's Sirius speaking (he's oddly lyrical today/yesterday/whenever), he never escaped from Azkaban, and this takes place in the summer following Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, shortly after Dumbledore's death. I'm not sure if it's the beginning or middle of a story, but I'm fairly certain that it isn't the end.
I was removed from my cell in Azkaban rather abruptly, and taken to London to the Ministry by portkey; bathed, dressed, and shoved through the Floo to the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcment in Edinburgh, where I was put in the back seat of a car. The front seats were occupied by two Aurors whom I did not recognise. An early attempt to ask them what was going on was met with only silence, and I spoke no further for the remainder of our trip.
We stopped in some small town, the name of which I did not then--nor even now--know, and traded the car for a black carriage drawn by two black horses. One of the Aurors sat inside with myself, and the other remained outside to drive.
After some time, we drew to a halt; the door of the carriage was opened, and I stepped out. Almost immediately, the door was shut and the carriage pulled away, leaving me alone.
I recognised my surroundings at once--the entryway of Hogwarts. Byt whereas in every memory I had of the school, the great wood and iron doors were open, now they were shut, and I wondered what circumstances had brought about this terrible change. My pushing and pulling at them did no good, and as I did not wish to go wandering around, lest I never be found, my only remaining option was to sit upon the stone bench across the drive and hope that someone happened upon me.
As I sat, I shivered--not only were the clothes given to me by the Ministry inadequate to keep one warm in Scotland in any season, but also Azkaban was too recent a memory for me to have any hope of respite from that waking nightmare, and also I was wandless--helpless, for such is a wizard unarmed, particularly those of us who have not spent some amount of time amongst the Muggles.
This is just a compilation of random ideas and places that I think all belong to the same story, but then again, they might not. I honestly do not recognise any complete element of what is herein described, but only component parts of such, hence the 'Wonderland.'
Most of this takes place in a city that bears some resemblance to London, San Francisco, and Virginia Beach, with a narrow canal down the middle, much narrower than the Thames. (Maybe 200 feet across?)
The story begins in an Escher-like sunken gardens, where you descend a set of grassy terraces, each three to four feet below the previous, only to end up at the same level you began at, yet there is a definite elevation change. This is definitely Muggle territory, however, not Wizarding. Sirius is seated at the bottom one, surrounded by people, some adults but mainly children. He has been on the run for some years, and I am thinking that he never met up with Harry, nor ever convinced anyone of his side of the story, and he is still wearing prison clothes. At the top of the steps are a group of Aurors, led by Barty Crouch, Sr. The Aurors remain at the top of the steps while Crouch descends, and he sits across from Sirius, and they begin talking. After a while, Sirius hangs his head and falls silent. They remain like this for perhaps five or ten minutes.
Suddenly, Sirius jerks his head up and turns around (still seated), and looks DIRECTLY ACROSS (not up) at a restaurant across the street (in my head, it's an Applebee's). The lights are flickering wildly, and before long the cars on the road are also affected, turning on and off supposedly at random, completely out of control. Those who can abandon their cars, rushing towards any buildings they can find.
Sirius whispers to Crouch, "Death Eaters," and they jump up, Crouch holding tight to Sirius' wrist. By this point, most of the people above and around them have scattered, leaving them alone. Realising that there is little they can do there, they run down the street, attempting to outrun the violent clash of magic and Muggle technology and warn the people towards the city's center. They follow the main street, warning people waiting for what appear to be cablecars, until they meet up with the canal running through the middle of town. This appears to be a pedestrian-only area. At some point, they are seperated, and Sirius is shoved into the water by the fleeing mob. Crouch Sr. vanishes into the crowd. Sirius is dazed, but manages to hold onto the embankment, and a straggler (young Muggle man, longish brown hair, brown eyes--Wes Green) pulls him onto the sidewalk. They take cover in an old hotel with approximately 50-70 other people. The lobby is lit by candles and wandlight--here, the Wizards and Muggles appear to have gotten over their differences for the sake of survival. Sirius says, "Find Crouch," and collapses unconscious.
And I don't have any more of that. Perhaps, after I figure out what the other one is/where it is going, I shall attempt to write some of this. But if anyone wants it, it's all yours.
In other news, I cut my chin shaving, and I'm kind of tired. Goodnight, world.
This is mainly for my own use--I'm in an internet cafe, so I can't save on the computer, so I have to save it on LJ. I have little idea of the context of this story, except that it's Sirius speaking (he's oddly lyrical today/yesterday/whenever), he never escaped from Azkaban, and this takes place in the summer following Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, shortly after Dumbledore's death. I'm not sure if it's the beginning or middle of a story, but I'm fairly certain that it isn't the end.
I was removed from my cell in Azkaban rather abruptly, and taken to London to the Ministry by portkey; bathed, dressed, and shoved through the Floo to the office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcment in Edinburgh, where I was put in the back seat of a car. The front seats were occupied by two Aurors whom I did not recognise. An early attempt to ask them what was going on was met with only silence, and I spoke no further for the remainder of our trip.
We stopped in some small town, the name of which I did not then--nor even now--know, and traded the car for a black carriage drawn by two black horses. One of the Aurors sat inside with myself, and the other remained outside to drive.
After some time, we drew to a halt; the door of the carriage was opened, and I stepped out. Almost immediately, the door was shut and the carriage pulled away, leaving me alone.
I recognised my surroundings at once--the entryway of Hogwarts. Byt whereas in every memory I had of the school, the great wood and iron doors were open, now they were shut, and I wondered what circumstances had brought about this terrible change. My pushing and pulling at them did no good, and as I did not wish to go wandering around, lest I never be found, my only remaining option was to sit upon the stone bench across the drive and hope that someone happened upon me.
As I sat, I shivered--not only were the clothes given to me by the Ministry inadequate to keep one warm in Scotland in any season, but also Azkaban was too recent a memory for me to have any hope of respite from that waking nightmare, and also I was wandless--helpless, for such is a wizard unarmed, particularly those of us who have not spent some amount of time amongst the Muggles.
This is just a compilation of random ideas and places that I think all belong to the same story, but then again, they might not. I honestly do not recognise any complete element of what is herein described, but only component parts of such, hence the 'Wonderland.'
Most of this takes place in a city that bears some resemblance to London, San Francisco, and Virginia Beach, with a narrow canal down the middle, much narrower than the Thames. (Maybe 200 feet across?)
The story begins in an Escher-like sunken gardens, where you descend a set of grassy terraces, each three to four feet below the previous, only to end up at the same level you began at, yet there is a definite elevation change. This is definitely Muggle territory, however, not Wizarding. Sirius is seated at the bottom one, surrounded by people, some adults but mainly children. He has been on the run for some years, and I am thinking that he never met up with Harry, nor ever convinced anyone of his side of the story, and he is still wearing prison clothes. At the top of the steps are a group of Aurors, led by Barty Crouch, Sr. The Aurors remain at the top of the steps while Crouch descends, and he sits across from Sirius, and they begin talking. After a while, Sirius hangs his head and falls silent. They remain like this for perhaps five or ten minutes.
Suddenly, Sirius jerks his head up and turns around (still seated), and looks DIRECTLY ACROSS (not up) at a restaurant across the street (in my head, it's an Applebee's). The lights are flickering wildly, and before long the cars on the road are also affected, turning on and off supposedly at random, completely out of control. Those who can abandon their cars, rushing towards any buildings they can find.
Sirius whispers to Crouch, "Death Eaters," and they jump up, Crouch holding tight to Sirius' wrist. By this point, most of the people above and around them have scattered, leaving them alone. Realising that there is little they can do there, they run down the street, attempting to outrun the violent clash of magic and Muggle technology and warn the people towards the city's center. They follow the main street, warning people waiting for what appear to be cablecars, until they meet up with the canal running through the middle of town. This appears to be a pedestrian-only area. At some point, they are seperated, and Sirius is shoved into the water by the fleeing mob. Crouch Sr. vanishes into the crowd. Sirius is dazed, but manages to hold onto the embankment, and a straggler (young Muggle man, longish brown hair, brown eyes--Wes Green) pulls him onto the sidewalk. They take cover in an old hotel with approximately 50-70 other people. The lobby is lit by candles and wandlight--here, the Wizards and Muggles appear to have gotten over their differences for the sake of survival. Sirius says, "Find Crouch," and collapses unconscious.
And I don't have any more of that. Perhaps, after I figure out what the other one is/where it is going, I shall attempt to write some of this. But if anyone wants it, it's all yours.
In other news, I cut my chin shaving, and I'm kind of tired. Goodnight, world.