DISCLAIMER: i do not own these characters or anything else you may recognize they are all the creation of the amazing J.K Rowling. So i am truly just a fan and i am not even making any money, all just for fun.

Authors Note - this is my very first story ever so please be nice but fair and i always welcome reviews :)
Behind the veil

All harry could think was that it couldn't possibly be true. His eyes must be deceiving him. His godfather could not have died and it could not have happened right before his eyes at the hand of Bellatrix. It was only a veil; it couldn't kill him he thought to himself. Remus Lupin had been the only thing that kept him from following Sirius Black through the archway.

Three weeks later, Harry Potter was sitting alone on his bed in number four Pivot Drive when he could no longer bear his curiosity. He slowly made his way to the ministry of magic, the muggle way. He knew it would take forever but he didn't feel the desire to use magic anymore, and he'd probably splinch himself if he even attempted to apparate. When he finally made it to the ministry he slipped inside and, without a word to anyone, he made his way towards the door that had haunted his dreams even more than before Sirius was killed. He didn't have anyone interrupt his journey and, finally, he got to the room with the veil on the 10th try. When he got there he started to feel the pang in his chest grow. Harry sat down in front of the veil and thought to himself about how foolish he had been and how it was his own fault that Sirius had died. Slowly harry got up and inspected the archway careful not to fall into it. All of a sudden he felt his fingers hit a gold plate. He couldn't read it with the dim light so he said "lumos" and his wand lit. The words on the gold plate were as follows.

The Threshold Archway

Created by: Ignatius Prewitt

One of the oldest forms of a vanishing cabinet and has never been finished as the inventor slipped into the veil himself and no notes were ever discovered. The Threshold Archway is a gate way between this world and the afterlife. It would allow you to visit and make peace with loved ones and find proof of things that they took to their graves. This Arch is a considerable threat to the world and is therefore placed in the ministry of magic in a room dedicated to Ignatius Prewitt.

"Wow I can't believe it," said harry in amazement.

"Oh harry" a voice said behind him. Harry turned around to see the only person to truly stick by him through all the stages of his depression and grief. Hermione Jean Granger. Harry smiled a sad smile before he was wrapped in a big hug. "Harry you really shouldn't be down here. I don't think it'll be good for you," said Hermione. She had been saying things like that often these days.

"Harry, why are you down here?" she said questioningly.

"I just felt like I would find answers here I guess, and Hermione, I did!" he all but shouted at her. Hermione's face scrunched up in concentration and confusion, "what do you mean harry?" As a reply harry grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the gold plate and let her read it for herself.

"Oh my! I never knew, never! and I have been trying to find out what this room is and what this arch is for weeks now. Oh, how could I have been so stupid," said Hermione in her know-it-all voice."