"Harry why are you doing this," came from behind him. Harry turned to see Hermione looking at him with tears falling out of her eyes.
"The Ministry is demanding my death, I am giving it to them. However, my possessions are coming with. They will not get a hand of anything I own, because I carry it all with me. Goodbye," said Harry before stepping forward into the veil.
Flames surrounded him, but he did not care.
He would no longer have to deal with the Wizarding world. Maybe he could see Sirius again.
"Who are you," he heard when he opened his eyes.
He saw a red haired man in front of him.
"Where am I,' asked Harry to the man.
"You are In Gotham City, the Governor is going to be giving a speech. Please go get yourself checked out. I must get back up on stage,' said the man looking at him. The red head turned around and walked away.
"Thank you Sir,' said Harry smiling before walking away from the red head.
"My name is Gordon, kid," said the man before turning back around to see no boy.
"How do they do that," he asked himself.
Harry stood by the sidelines, watching the Governor give his speech.
Then a shot was heard. He looked at where the shot was fired.
Then he saw the scared form of his godfather.
"SIRIUS!" he yelled in response.
The head snapped toward him. Harry could see recognition on his face. Harry smiled and tried to go to his Godfather. Some wrapped their arms around him and began to pull him away the scene.
He was screaming for Sirius. The one person who meant to most to him. He wanted his godfather back.
"Calm down kid, your safe,' said the man behind him. Harry ran as soon as the man let him go.
He didn't care, he just wanted Sirius.
He shot past buildings, alleys and many drunken people trying to see if Sirius was still in the area.
"Are you okay," he heard from behind him.
Looking up at the man, Harry noticed it was a cop. Something was off about this man.
"Come on, I'll bring you to safety,' said the man stepping forward. Harry stepped back in fear.
The man's short black matched his black eyes.
"What are you doing," demanded a blond cop coming up behind him.
"This boy is lost, I was offering him a hand," said the man.
"What is your name," asked the blond.
"Harry James Potter-Black," said Harry backing away from the blond.
"I suggest you get away from him,' came from behind him.
A man that is in a bat costume was looking down at him. Harry choose this time to apperate away.
Harry walked amongst many abandon buildings. He went into the smallest. It was completely barren on the inside.
This would be perfect. Harry immediately put wards and brought out his trunk. He walked down into his bedroom, inside the trunk.
As he lay on his bed, he wondered what the next day would bring.