And Sirius fell through the veil. Yeah, I know. What a merry way to start a story. But it's one of the most cheerful moments of this fiction. So, please, fuck off.

And Sirius fell toward his death. A lone curse and a lone step toward the gateway, for a lone death.

Sirius' death.

The death of Lord Black.

The death of Harry's dogfather, only family.

A lonely death that would leave a lone boy behind.

So Harry did the only thing that seemed right. Irrational, maybe, but so right.

He followed Sirius.

Silence. Only broken by the evil cackle of a Bellatrix Lestrange, née Black. For the first time since he saw the boy slay a Basilisk, Albus Dumbledore was shocked.

"He...he did not do that ?"

He knew the boy was stupid. After all, even if it pained him, he had a hand in it. When you are a manipulator of Albus' level, you know better than letting your chessman roam free. Maybe the boy, even with all of his intelligence and magic ability, would not have been an enemy. But prudence was the reason Albus vanquished a Dark Lord and was feared by another one. He felt bad for the poor lad, but regreted nothing. It was for the Greater Good, after all.

Yes, he knew the boy was stupid. He made him that way, so he could be a sacrificial chess queen. He was a useful chessman. And...and...he jumped ? He killed himself?

The Light Lord sighed. All of his plans were obsolete. He looked at the veil for a last time before...

And the Chief Warlock was shocked yet again.

Voldemort allowed himself a small smile. The cockroach was dead. His "mortal ennemy" was dead! Well, mortal enemy...the boy was just a hindrance. A symbolic one, yes, but just a thorn in his side. With his limited magical capacities, he would never have been a challenge on a battle, and with his intellectual deficiencies, and his unawareness of his status, something more than cannon fodder for politicians.

But he have been a resistant cockroach. The Dark Lord himself failed to kill him four times. But now he...His smiled widened, and another cackle echoed Bellatrix's

"Harry Potter is DEAD !"

HE WAS DEAD! DEAD! DEADDEADDEADDea...

So what the fuck was the green-eyed, brown-haired thing starting to emerge from the veil?

And Harry Potter went out of the deadly gateway. Only the plic-ploc of the water conjured during the fight between Dumbledore and Voldemort could be heard. Bellatrix's face was petrified, an abnormal glimmer of intelligence visible in her eyes.

A few second later, she passed out. A strange occurrence, ignored when the floo activated, and the discreet crack of apparition could be heard.

Somebody else passed out. A not-hat-strange occurrence when you are minister of magic and you see the Dark Lord you have been claiming the death for decades.

"I...I don't know how, Headmaster. I guess I just wanted to go back...and I went back?"

Dumbledore fighted to keep his grandfatherly smile on his face. The boy was as oblivious as ever...but he felt...different. Like something more ancient, something very, very, old. But it had to be his imagination. After some legilimency probes, he made sure that the horcruxe was neither destroyed nor possessing the poor lad. No, nothing strange with the boy notwithstanding this strange feeling. So...how in Merlin's name had he survived his mortal adventure ?

He sighed as Harry looked around: Fawkes was nowhere to be seen and all the strange instruments that normally beeped in the headmaster office where strangely silent.

"Well, Harry, my boy...it will be one of the mystery we, mere humans, won't be able to solve. But if Mother Magic saw it to give you a second chance, do not waste it, my boy."

He gave another kind smile to the boy. In five days, he will have to go back to the Dursley, to be beaten and starved. To keep his body weak and his mind malleable. For the Greater Good, of course. Albus did not take any pleasure in seeing his young charge abused.

"Maybe you could go to the infirmary say hello to your little friends"

The unjustly called cowardly lion approached the lunatic raven hesitantly.

"Luna, I guess...thanks, I mean. If you did not curse that Death-Eater...I would not have been here to thak you."

She smiled dreamily.

"You are welcome Neville. I'm glad I saved you. Too bad we couldn't save Harry too..."

Neville frowned. What did she mean ?

"But...he came back ?!"

"Silly Neville. Harry felt thorough a necromancer gateway. Of course he is dead. The nice Yog-Sothoth that emerged from the gate in his body certainly isn't him "