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There was no time…he had to make it…just a little bit further and he would make it to a new place, a new journey. Gathering the last bit of energy he had, he literally flew down the hall at the ministry of magic. Seeing the door up ahead, he grabbed the handle and pushed. Seeing it locked, he simply sent a shock of magic through his arm and watched the door blow inward. Knowing the sound of the crash would alert the aurors on his tail, he ran in….

He didn't stop…

Not when he could hear their shouts…

Not when he stumbled a little…

Even as he closed his eyes…

This was the last of his journey in this world…

And…

He ran…

Right through the gate…

The veil of death

~In the Veil~

There was no time, no light, no sense of matter. Harry just felt as if he was floating in nothingness. Was this what dieing was suppose to feel like. He was waiting for the light to turn on or for his parents to show up. He at least supposed Sirius would be stuck here, in the nothingness with him.

All the frustration he felt when his friends had double crossed him, labeling him as the next dark lord, the countless and pointless deaths, and his insecurity at knowing Ginny had been feeding him love potions, were still weighing down on him.

He had thought at least his troubles would not transfer over in death. Crying out, he curled into a ball, memories of the war and it's aftermath flashing through his mind.

'Why?', he thought, 'Why did my life have to happen like this? Don't I deserve happiness?'.

All of a sudden, bright orbs of lights surrounded him. And as he lifted his head to watch them, he felt his emotions leave him.

"You have fought bravely and against all odds won. We, the powers, had condemned that world to destruction. However, against even us, the creator and watcher, you have defied us and saved them."

Harry was confused, "What do you mean you condemned my world?"

"There are always certainties…destinies which we have always accounted for. We have planned out which world will reign in peace and which world would suffer in hell. Yours was meant to fall into darkness. Yet you have prevailed. Destroying Voldemort, one who we had planned to rule."

"WHY? Why my world. Why did you even let him win…Why not let my world END IN PEACE?"

"Simply because of the balance. Your world was simply many among your reality. We had already created a world where Voldemort did not exist or even one where young Harry grew up with his parents and one where the champion had been your friend Neville. The one closely aligned to yours, in which most of the events stayed true, had ended with you being a hero and going on to being the Minister of Magic. Your world was the anti-reality of that one…one where you fail in stopping the war. We had planned the differences in how some of the people in your world treated you as a pawn (Dumbledore), a freak (Dursleys), a gold-mine (Weasleys & Granger), etc. However, you prevailed even when the majority of that world should have burned. Because of you the Balance is broken."

As Harry contemplated what the so-called powers said, he came to one conclusion.

"So that's why I was abused, treated no better than a house elf. That was why I had lying wenches and backstabbing friends and lost all the good ones. That's why the world turned on me…BECAUSE OF YOUR PRECIOUS BALANCE! WELL, YOU CAN TAKE THAT BALANCE AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR BLOODY ARSE!"

"You are angry and rightfully so…yet the main point is, you have surpassed our expectations…you are on a-whole-nother path than the one we have set out for you. But the Balance must be maintained. Your world will fall into an apocalypse, and you can not ever pass on. For your transgressions against your destiny, you will be our immortal champion."

"Transgressions? I have done nothing more than try to survive. That's basic humanity. You can't make me your immortal champion. I'm no ones weapon anymore. DO YOU HEAR ME!"

The lights surrounding him flickered in what Harry supposed was anger.

"You presume you have a choice. Humanity…you say. But no matter…the identity you are about to assume will have no humanity in them. You have become our chosen and the powers will do as we wish. You will have a direct link to us, an old key made new…you are our voice, strength, and ears. Simply fight for what you have always fought for. No matter what, you have now and always been a champion."

Before Harry could reply, he felt immense pain, and the displacement of air around him.

Looking around, he was surprised to see a green light around him. He was in the middle of some sort of large weird orb. There were monks around him chanting. He wondered if these monks were suppose to be the powers. Before he could ask them or scream at them, the pain started again before he blacked out.

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