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Some journeys start at birth. Some, at a turning point in someone's life.

Many children grow up reading of knights in armour, of dragons soaring through the sky; of magic. They play in forts made of sofa cushions, blankets, and pure imagination. They hope, they wish upon shooting stars that their dreams may be real. Some, however, dream of happiness, family, and safety. In the case of Harry Potter, the latter was certainly true- and this, well… this just wouldn't do, would it?

Magic is a wonderful thing, and works in wonderful ways. Sometimes, it makes no sense, not even to those dedicated to its study. What they do not understand, is that magic has a will. And where there's a will, there's a way…

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Harry stood on the dais in the centre of the Death Chamber, staring at Sirius' face as he fell slowly through the Veil. The whispers at the edge of his hearing increased in volume, what he could barely make out to be chanting increased in tempo, the words burning with both fire and ice. Behind him, Bellatrix cackled insanely. Remus grabbed at him, before he even knew he'd taken a step. No! Why? Sirius was right there! He'd just fallen through! He was on the other side of the Veil, just around the corner!

The young mage yanked himself free of the werewolf's arms, sprinting for the centre of the Veil. Seven others saw him running, and heard the whispers in their ears.

"Gentle Mother, font of mercy…"

They each shouted to him, "Harry!" "No!" "Wait!" but he couldn't. The whispers had him now.

"Save our sons from war, we pray…"

Harry dived through the Veil, hand outstretched as if to catch the Snitch.

Ginny sprinted after him, breaking through Dolohov's grip.

Neville charged straight through, knocking his most-hated woman through with him.

"Stay the swords and stay the arrows…"

Luna smiled serenely as she danced through the Veil, sure in herself and the whispers.

Ron groaned as he followed his best friend, in life and in death.

Hermione sobbed as she saw her friends disappear one by one, running after Ron.

"Let them know a better day…"

Fred and George, well. 'One small step for wizardkind/ One giant leap for pranking!'

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A/N: Haven't posted anything worthwhile in, well, a while. The inspiration came at like half four in the morning and I had to get it down, or it would just go. I've always wanted to see HP in another universe, and this one most of all. If you can tell from what little hints I've left, then KUDOS TO YOU, MUTHATRUCKER