Allen's POV:

Allen looked around, as well as he could when trapped in a dark cell. The cuffs bit into his skin and the pain from Kanda's sword had yet to recede. He had been in for god knows how long; he sorely missed his friends. Even if they now believed him to be a traitor for his noah memory. Something he despised due to the many tragic deaths at their hands, but also pitied for their inability to choose what they become. Which had ensnared even him into the clutches of his enemy.

As he waited for that bastard Levierre to come and torture him some more, now a daily occurrence, he noticed a crack of light. He start to edge closer. By no means did he want to escape but he just wanted the small comfort of light in this cold prison cell.

Harry's POV:

harry gasped as he was pushed through the veil in the department of mysteries, which stood imposingly as if promising death. But it stuck him as odd how the once black veil was now a startling white as he fell. His last sight was of Sirius desperately reaching out for him.