Beyond the Veil
Vivid green flashed past, blinding him. Harry served, just ducking the just curse in time, the tip of his wand cast an unsteady unforgivable.
I hate her, he thought, as he let the strange taste of de ja vue overwhelm him and linger in his mouth. I hate her, Harry thought frantically, as twisted mouths whispered crooked curses: wicked curses, which took wing to the heavens before raining down all around him. I hate them all, every single one of them behind those dark masks. Cowards! Why?
Why lure him to this tainted place?
But, Harry had no time for rhetorical questions - here he was again - within the walls the walls of the ministry - here he stood again, trying to fight his way forwards, trying to battle on. Another curse flew at him, this one a vibrant purple: streaking it's way towards him, Harry side-stepped to avoid it's path, tripped over his own feet, stumbled hard against the wall and let another curse fly.
His Leg-Locker missed his target by mere inches, the heavy-footed Death Eater had miraculously managed to avoid it by turning at the last moment. With no time left to rub his poor, bruised shoulder, Harry dashed forward again, launching himself, once more, into the thickness of the fray. Death loomed around each and every corner, waiting for him. Harry sore a solemn oath, if it were his, he would take her with him.
Aim - cast - aim - screams - swerve - duck - Crucio! - a livid dash of green - turn - Harry pounded up the stairs, running towards the sound of manic, crackling laughter. There she stood, proud and fearless, her wand raised. Harry nearly tripped again in his haste to get closer to her. Wand arm raised, he called upon the hatred that smouldered inside. Unforgivable words came to his lips, he faltered. She turned, her teeth gnashed, and bared into a leer that death promised death.
Avada Kedavra!
Rushing through the air, silently and swiftly, streaking with true aim towards his heart. Another step backwards, his foot plunged into the empty - in to the void - the softest velvet engulfed him, brushing against his cheek, his wand raised and pointed, "Avada Ked -!" His words paled, bleeding into echoes of the past; he was falling, falling, fading, drifting through time and space. No air left in his lungs to breathe, he screamed silently, Harry plunged, speeding further down into the darkness that lay just beyond the veil.