Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.

Summary: This is the sequel to Amoris Patronum. Enjoy!

An old man stood in front of a big piece of wood, humming. He took a wand out of a pocket in his robes and waved it. The center of the wood was cut away, so there was only the frame and platform left. The man waved his wand again and stopped humming. He seemed to be listening now; his face was concentrated and his wand was pointing steadily north. Finally a whizzing sound was heard. The old wizard relaxed a little, but still kept his wand where it was. In about a minute, a folded piece of cloth shot into his arms. He caught it and pocketed his wand. Then he walked up to the wood frame, and unfolded the cloth. It flowed out, black as the night, over his hands and down to the floor. He cautiously held it out in front of him and stepped closer to the wood. The man slowly placed the cloth under the top of the frame, and it stayed there, magically. As he moved away, the cloth rippled slightly but then fell still. He sat down in a chair in front of the object. After about an hour of thinking and looking through lots of books, he stood back up. The aged man retrieved his wand again, and waved it once more, while mumbling an ancient spell. The cloth waved furiously as if in a fierce wind and was still again. The wizard dropped his wand and it fell with a clatter as he stumbled back. His legs gave way, and he fell to the ground, unconscious.

He was found the next morning. He was brought to his room, and laid down on his bed. When he had woken up his maid (who was also his nurse) berated him for doing another spell that left him weak and helpless. He waved her off and made his way back to the laboratory. His creation was still there, waiting for him to test it out. He eagerly closed the door behind him, and stood in front of the object.

"Now I'll be able to see if our magnificent school is still there in hundreds or thousands of years," he murmured, stroking the smooth wood. He bent down and put his head through the cloth.

A great stone castle flashed before his eyes; kids were climbing off boats. A dead girl on a stone floor was the next image. She appeared to be in a bathroom. Then the scene changed and he saw a peaceful house. Suddenly green light lit up the street and the house exploded. A baby's cries pierced the night. Then a new picture formed. A boy with black hair in front of a mirror, backing away. A man standing next to him, unraveling something on his head. The scene changed yet again, and the man saw a girl with bushy brown hair, lying, lifeless, on a white bed. The boy with black hair was there beside her and another boy, with red hair, was there too. After that the two boys were standing with a man in a bathroom. A ghost was hovering next to them. Then many more images swirled before his eyes, too fast to make out, but the boy with black hair was almost always there. They stopped at a picture of a man. He had black hair, just like the boy in the other scenes. The scene switched back to the dead girl in the bathroom. Then a pair of yellow eyes and the old wizard fell back with a cry. His eyes were burning and he pressed his hands to them. He stumbled around blindly. Not seeing anything, he fell into the cloth. It shuddered and moved as if a breeze was blowing it. This time it didn't stop.

The old man's nurse came rushing into the laboratory.

She called his name, over and over again. There was no answer. "Where are you? What's happened?" she cried. She searched the whole room in such a panic she didn't even hear the scratching sound. If she had heard it she would have looked at the wood frame. She would have seen tiny words being scratched into the right hand corner. But she didn't. What she did hear was the whispering sound that started coming from the cloth when the scratching stopped. She didn't pay attention, though, just ran off to search the house. And the Veil stood there, in all its glory, rippling and whispering.

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry felt it first. The furniture shifted, things fell to the ground, and everyone had to hold on to something to avoid falling down. Everyone thought it was an earthquake; wizards and witches and Muggles alike. Only Dumbledore knew what was going on. He stood calmly in the Great Hall while Ron tried desperately not to fall down. The Earth gave a final shudder and everything was still again.

"What was that?" people all over the world cried. Ron was one of them. Dumbledore smiled and said nothing. Staff members burst into the Great Hall trying to understand what happened.

"Albus!" Minerva McGonagall said. "What happened?" Dumbledore didn't say anything, just looked at the Head Table. Everyone turned their heads to follow his gaze. Ron gasped, but the others didn't know what was wrong. "Albus, please. Tell us what's going on." Said McGonagall, turning back to the old man.

"Look," said Dumbledore. Again they all looked at the table.

"Albus, there's nothing there." McGonagall said exasperatedly.

"Exactly," whispered Ron. "The Veil's gone!"

"Someone was coming today to bring it back to the Department of Mysteries. Of course it's gone."

"It was just there a moment ago," said Ron.

"Nonsense. It's gone now isn't it? It couldn't have just disappeared," McGonagall said.

"Oh yes, Minerva. There are ways in which it could have," said Dumbledore. McGonagall thought for a moment, and then waved her hand.

"I can't think of anything," she said.

"Neither can I!" said Professor Sprout. The other members of the staff agreed.

"Think harder," chuckled Dumbledore, and started to walk out. While he was walking past the staff, he dropped a piece of paper on the floor beside them. McGonagall picked it up and read it aloud:

"THE SAVIOR BRINGS LIGHT TO DARK TIMES NINE…SOME POWERS POSSESED NONE UNDERSTAND…THOSE SMOTHERED BY CLOTH SHALL COME FREE WITH HIS AID…BUT HE HAS LOST ALL AND THAT STANDS IN HIS PATH…HE MUST MOVE AROUND TO HAVE IT ONCE MORE…"

"What's this?" she asked Ron.

"The Veil's prophecy," he answered.

"What does this have to do with anything?" she said impatiently. Professor Binns glided over.

"Legend tells us that the Veil made a prophecy. A prophecy about the one person who can save the people that fell in the Veil."

"I still don't understand…"

"Albus and Mr. Weasley must have found it," said Binns.

"Actually," said Ron. Everyone turned to look at him. "Harry found it."

"So where is he?" asked Madam Pomfrey.

"Well, I figured out the prophecy's meaning. Harry was the person who could save those people that fell in the Veil."

"How did you understand that?" asked Madam Hooch.

"I thought about it all night. I can tell you what it means," said Ron.

"Please do," said McGonagall.

"The first line works because Harry got away from Voldemort nine times. Once when he was a baby, then every year at Hogwarts except for third year. Then when he was kidnapped, and after that was when he defeated Voldemort, about a week ago." McGonagall read the first line again, and they all nodded in understanding.

"And the rest?"

"The second talks about him being a parselmouth. In second year, everyone thought he was trying to kill the students and that he was Salazar Slytherin's heir because he was a parselmouth." McGonagall read that line out loud again too.

"I see…"

"Then the third line means those that fell in the Veil will come back with Harry's help. The fourth line…" Ron took the paper from McGonagall and read the third and fourth lines out. "Harry lost his parents and Sirius. They were all he had."

"But you and your family and Hermione!"

"We're not his real family. Therefore we're not part of his 'everything'"

"Oh," McGonagall nodded.

"And the last line," Ron read it out, "means he has to let Sirius' death go because Sirius was the only one he lost that he actually knew. He kept saying he had let it go but he couldn't get inside the Veil. Then when he finally let Sirius go, or accepted his death, he got through. Then the earthquake happened, and the Veil disappeared."

"Amazin'" breathed Hagrid. Ron dropped the paper in his hands and ran out of the Great Hall after Dumbledore.

"Albus!" he called when he reached the Headmaster's office. Dumbledore came out.

"Yes?"

"What happened with the Veil? Why was there an earthquake?"

"That wasn't an earthquake. It was the sign of the Veil disappearing. Oh, it isn't gone forever," Dumbledore said when he saw Ron's horrified face. "It's only gone until Harry completes his task. When he comes back, it will reappear." Ron still wasn't convinced.

"How do you know it isn't destroyed? How do you know that Harry isn't dead as well?" he asked, his voice rising.

"Calm down," said Dumbledore. Before he could say anymore, Ron interrupted him.

"I'm not going to calm down! My two best friends are dead, and you're telling me to calm down!"

"Listen," said Dumbledore putting a hand up. "The Veil can only be destroyed by its creator." Ron forgot his anger for a moment. Then his blood boiled again.

"And you never thought of calling the creator to destroy it!? Sirius and Hermione and many others might still be alive!"

"It's not that easy to call him," said Dumbledore.

"Oh yeah? Why not?"

"Because Godric Gryffindor was the first person ever to be claimed by the Veil."