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Full Summary: We live we die, we move on in the world. But for that one instance of a second the world stood still for all that the wizardry world knew was lost. All hope was gone, everything that they fought so hard for vanished. But even through the darkest of tunnels there is always a light at the end. Follow Harry in his 6th year and his trials of the heart and mind.

((A/N: This is all a beta version of this story, most of it is already finished on little slips of paper scattered around my already overly cluttered desk. There are probably a lot of grammar errors and hopefully very few spelling errors. Enjoy and please leave constructive feedback.))

Chapter 1 – The Day the Wizardry World Stood Still

"NO!" Harry screamed as he watched Sirius slip through the veil of death, his eyes slowly passed towards Harry's eyes. They were filled with pain, regret, and yet a weird sort of happiness in them. Harry knew that Sirius was going to see his best friend, his family, the thing that made him, him. But that wasn't enough for Harry he didn't want Sirius to died. No, not this time, he was going to be selfish, he wasn't going to let Sirius die tonight, not if he could help it. The one man who changed his world for him, the one man who would give anything for him just to make him laugh one more time. He wasn't going to let this man die. Harry ran towards the veil, unaware of all of the array of multi-color spells passing by him, unaware that everyone had stopped there fighting just to watch the boy who lived jump through the veil of death.

Everyone from the order gasped, to shocked to realize what had just happened, both Sirius and Harry were gone. Those closest to the veil stepped away, only now realizing that they didn't do anything to stop the boy. Everyone from the Knights of Aden stood and watched, All of them, dressed in there standard light blue and tan urban camo, black solider boots, and a black balaclava covering there face. Seven of them, stood in the back of the room, there wands drawn at the death eaters but stopped in any attack when they witnessed the young boy running. They soon withdrew themselves from the battle and vanished back into the darkness to which they came. Even the death eaters themselves stopped and then soon ran out of the department excited at the fact that Voldemort's enemy, the one he had defied him more times then anyone else alive, simply threw his life away for his uncle. The symbol of hope and all things that were good. Had passed through the veil just to save his godfather. He had given up his life in a futile attempt to save his godfather.

The fighting around them slowly died down after the death eaters left. Leaving the Order to attend to the damage that had occurred. Those part of the order started to take count of who was knocked out and who was killed. Lucky for them, only a few were critically injured, Hermione being injured herself along with other various members of the DA. The Order also noticed that the once and powerful Alice Tiberius, ancient vampire, master of death, and Harry friend and comrade that had helped him throughout the entire year laid on the ground headless, her body smoldered under the onslaught of the amount of curses that hit her while she tried to keep Harry safe from the entire battle.

"He..." Ron spoke up, in the middle of the dead silence that had overcome the order. It came out as just a small whisper, and even then his voice faltered on him. He couldn't, no he wouldn't believe that Harry jumped through the veil without a second thought. His best friend since they first met, they had done everything together, taking down giant chess boards, giant serpents, girls, and everything else. They were suppose to take on the world together, Hermione, Harry and Himself! The golden trio were now just the golden dual and if that. Harry was really what kept them together, his natural instinct for what was good. He never judged someone until he had met them. Ron just broke down, his eyes brimmed with tears and his body collapsed on the ground. Luna moved over, bits of her clothing still were smoking from the amount of magic that had passed through the air. She wrapped her arms around Ron, trying to comfort the young man who had lost what meant most in his life. She like Ron couldn't accept the fact, there friend, the boy who lived, was gone.

Dumbledore's arrival only added to the fact that the war took a turn for the worst.. His eyes scanned with haste to find that those within the chamber seemed to be stopped in time. Fear gripped his body as he started to take count. The battle itself was something he hadn't expected, he was pulled away by another matter. Only to find that it was a distraction to the real battle in the ministry.

"Where's Harry." Dumbledore asked, his mind focused on just one important matter. One fallen child, others bruised and injured. His order and the entire setup attempt by Tom had taken his forces by surprise. As much as it was devastating, Tom had not taken over the ministry and they still had Harry or so he thought. His eyes start to frantically search for any sign of his most beloved and most important members to his Order and to his well being.

"Professor... they...he.." Remus choked up, he couldn't seem to find the words. His eyes started to water and his body shook. "they.." Remus couldn't trust his own words, his last link to the marauders, his last link to those who stood by him all the full moon nights when no one else would. The last link to his past and the people that loved him for who he was.

Dumbledore's eyes went directly to the veil, it couldn't be possible. The prophecy had told him that things like this couldn't happen. His Harry, the one he tried his hardest to keep the boy safe, tried to shelter him from the world and help him enjoy his childhood as much as possible. He didn't want Harry to worry about the world being on his shoulders. And yet it was, as much as he wanted to see those vibrant green eyes, it wasn't there. The once symbol of hope, vanished and like that, the world seemed to grown darker.

"Professor.." Remus whispered,. He noticed that the once and mighty Dumbledore looked like his age had caught up to him. The once recognizable twinkle in his eyes vanished. And his face became pale, Remus could see that he was lost. "We couldn't stop Harry, he just..."

"came back from the veil..." Dumbledore, his face was rarely one to show an over amount of emotion but clearly was in utter shock. From losing Harry to now seeing the impossible, he was one of the few people who knew what the veil was. But before his eyes, a hand emerged from the veil, the room started to vibrate with the amount of magical energy stored up in the room from the previous battle and now something was emerging from beyond the veil itself. The world stopped, as a head poked out of the veil, long messy black locks with running lines of crimson draped around a face all of them was almost sure they would never see again. Underneath these locks hid the emerald eyes everyone remembered him for. Harry pulled himself all the way out of the veil with Sirius on his back. Both looked utterly exhausted, there faces had the look of death, yet they were clearly there. Harry looked aged, battle tested. He looked like a man who had seen to much death in his lifetime. His face was chiseled and his once boyish features turned into more of a man.

Harry cleared the veil and turned around, not noticing the stares around him nor the gasp and awes. He pulled out his wand and whispered words that no one was able to hear. The Veil trembled and hissed like a caught snake, as the room started to shake. The faint pungent scent of brimstone, lilies, and sulfur filled the room. The ground started to crack, and ghostly cries filled the room. The ambient magic that still sat heavy in the room moved together in clumps becoming visible to the naked eye. All of which started to move towards Harry.

Everyone watch the magic make its way to Harry and gather itself around his body. His own aura lashed out among the department of mysteries. It looked like tendrils of light danced around his body. Everyone moved near Dumbledore. The power that seeped off of Harry was truly awe inspiring. Louder the sounds grew, the more intense the smells became unnatural, a wave of power rippled from Harry. Knocking all those but the most strongest over onto the group, everyone found it hard it to breath as the physical force of magic was clogging up the air Dumbledore brought up his shield along with other members of the order who were still trying to stand up, to block out the display of power that came from Harry.

The veil waned, and cried, then not a few seconds later let out another piercing demonic scream. The screams of the death, Screams from angels and demons dying in mortal combat with each other. It seemed that for a few seconds, the worlds of the living and the dead merged together and the magic rippled from Harry, like a rock thrown into a pond. And as soon as it started it was over, everything stopped, the veil simply disappeared and all that was left was a cracked obsidian, glowing red rock, and the strong scent of sulfur.

"That's not" Remus started to whisper. Harry turned his head to see the awestruck members of the order and the DA, all of them stood still. There eyes couldn't hide the fear that he suddenly instilled on them. No one had the power to destroy a powerful artifact, no one. And yet the boy who defined the impossible did it without even saying a word or so it seemed.

"Possible." Dumbledore meekly responsed.

Harry turned his head up to see the old headmaster looking old and distressed and his eyes told him all that he needed to know. He smirked, then turned his eyes to the order, he knew he did something awe inspiring, and probably not even possible. But they didn't know the story, they didn't know how much he fought and how much he suffered just to get his godfather back. They probably could never understand the suffering that he had threw himself into all for the sake of his godfather.

"Harry..." Remus said, and moved closer to Harry. Harry himself gave the old werewolf a smile of confidence, before the over usage of magic finally caught up to him and the black unconsciousness of his mind took him over.