Enjoy this idea of mine I guess. Don't own HP & related franchises. I'm not making money off this.
It wasn't anyone's fault, really. The drawing was simply something that happened every year on the 22nd of October at 3:15pm, ever since the beginning of living memory. A name was drawn, and they were sent into the veil, no matter position or status. You were given a week to sort your affairs, then they took you. If you didn't show up, they'll take the person most dear to you. When you were found, they'd execute you.
It was nothing unusual, it was simply tradition.
Harry Potter.
That was the name that was drawn.
The drawing wasn't a public affair, nor was it government sanctioned. It was simply a mark that showed on a person's hand that they've been chosen. The name would simply be written crudely on the stone floor in front of the veil.
The ministry would send an owl and you had to sort your life out.
The next morning's paper would always declare who was chosen, despite efforts to keep the information from the public.
Harry saw the mark appear at the exact same moment that everyone else in the magical communities across the globe sighed in relief and went on with their lives normally for the next year.
He felt faint. Quite an obvious feeling to have when you're facing impending doom.
Nobody knew what was behind the veil. It was something that had been funded with endless, yet aimless research.
The veil wasn't picky.
It doesn't choose based on human perfections. It seemed to be completely random.
The people who've went into the veil had ranged from a seven year old who didn't understand what was happening and asking to have alphabet soup for dinner to an ancient being well over a thousand years old who was well beyond ready to accept their fate.
Out of all the people in the world, Harry was chosen.
Just his luck.