Disclaimer: I do not own Harry (as in Harry Potter) or the Veil.
He ran, his sneakers slapping against the cool, black tiles of the hall. He panted, tired but determined to reach his destination. He paused momentarily during his quest, ignoring the mutterings of the portraits surrounding him. He continued running, haphazardly, his movements jerky and erratic yet graceful not unlike to a powerful racehorse. He had been running his whole life. From the Dursley's, from dangerous creatures out to get him, from the people he was destined to save, from Voldemort, the madman who slayed his entire family, and from the anger and sorry always threatening to engulf him.
He came to an abrupt halt as he pondered which direction, which opportunity, risk or future he was going to take.
He chose at random and opened the door slowly to reveal the Veil in all its glory. The thin material moving, dancing to an unknown breeze, beckoning him forward, towards the unknown.
Voices from those lost calling, taunting and screaming his name.
"Harry," the voices spoke, stroking the deepest desires hidden deep in his heart, "Come Harry. Join us, Harry. You've wanted this for so long. A chance for freedom, from the heavy burden thrust upon you by those too weak to fight."
The figure, Harry, swayed, as if bending to a gentle wind.
He reached out, brushing he hand on the wispy material of the veil, grasping nothing but air.
He wanted it, he knew he wanted it.
To join the fallen and the loved. But could he really condemn the world to the horrors that loomed ahead.
He stood for a long time, gazing into the depths of the Veil, pondering the 'what if's?' The paths untraveled, the doors closed, the choices missed.
The Veil stilled, and without warning a hand reached out, grabbing him before drawing into the dark abyss, the unknown hidden within the folds of the curtain.
Then, darkness fell.
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