Summary : The fiasco at the Department of Mysteries was my fault. Because of my naiveté, Sirius passed through the Veil. Because of my fear, I lost my hand. And because of my foolishness, worlds were destroyed. But Guilt never leaves a man alone, until he repents for his sins. And I will stop at nothing to make it disappear. Sirius is not dead…I'm sure of it. And I shall not rest until I find him…even if I have to scour the Infinite


AN Read Please: Hey guys! Yeah I know it's not an update of Black Hole, but I just couldn't stop myself.

Bioshock Infinite is in my opinion one of the best games I've ever played, and boy I played games… The storyline, the characters, mainly Elizabeth, which I thing is the best video game character of all time, and the ending… made this game Legendary! I just fell in love with its atmosphere and incredible narration. I just needed some continuation of the game, so "this" was born. ;) It would be a Harry Potter x Bioshock Infinite crossover. If you played the game it's better, because you'll understand much more hidden information in the narration, but having played the game isn't necessary as it will be an AU, of both Harry Potter and Bioshock Infinite. The pairing will be Harry/Elizabeth. (She is just too awesome!) It would be a Dark! Powerful! Harry! (not Evil, but Darkish) The narration will be in first person, which is a first for me (no pun intended) so bear with me and I hope you like it!

PS: If there is something that you don't understand, just PM me or leave a review with your question.

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July 31, 2005

I don't really know where to begin… *sigh* Today is my 25th birthday and of all the crazy things I lived in my more than usual life, this one crowns them all. They are here… And even after all those things I went through, it's still hard to believe that I haven't just imagined things. That my mind hasn't just created them out of necessity, like the memories that appeared after each of my…jumps. But I know that it's real, they are real. After all I'm now immune to the memory backlash. I..I don't know why I'm still continuing to record this… *sigh* I think that I'm so used to this that it became, soothing. And Merlin knows how many times I was too close to the end…
They proposed me a deal. And I know they're not lying about it. I know when someone lies to me. And they are not lying. I think I'll accept their offer. It's long due for me to leave this…loop. I fulfilled my duty. I repented for my sins. Nothing holds me any longer. Furthermore, they said that she is special…like me.

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Chapter 1: The Veil that is not.

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After sending a quick stunner toward the Death Eater, which crumbled unceremoniously before my eyes, I rapidly approached my foe and snapped his wand it two. Turning around, I saw Sirius, exchanging lightning fast curses and jinxes with his mad cousin. He was good with a wand. After all the things I've heard about him and my father, I knew. He was good with a wand. But not tonight. I saw as a particularly fast curse hit him and he stumbled backward, exactly toward the Veil of Death. My heart skipped a beat and all I could hear was the mad cackle made by Bellatrix as Sirius neared his fatal end. And I couldn't let it happen. I couldn't let my last father figure die, all because of my stupid mistake. So I wished with all my might to reach him in time and stop his fall. I think that my magic responded to my need and for a second I lost my sight as everything blurred in front of me, everything but Sirius. But as fast as I ran to him, it wasn't fast enough, and he touched the Veil. A major part of his body was already halfway when I reacted… At the time, I don't know if it was my Gryffindor side or was it fate, but I jumped toward him, without thinking about the consequences that such a foolish act could provoke. I jumped and reached with my left hand to grasp him. But what I didn't foresee, was for the Veil to begin shrinking, and very quickly. And as half of my forearm passed through the passage, it suddenly closed on itself…and on my arm. For an instant, everything slowed down, as if time itself stopped flowing while I passed through the now Veil-less archway. I heard Hermione cry my name… "Harry!" They must have thought that I crossed the Veil… If only...

But, alas nothing is easy in the life of one Harry Potter. And as the instant of silence ended, I crumbled with a grunt on the other side of the archway. Again, I heard Bellatrix, but this time she was laughing a triumphant laugher, happy that she had disposed of her cousin. And hearing her made me angry, very angry. I still don't know if it was again my magic that protected me, or if it was all due to adrenalin, but I completely overlooked the fact that I was missing half of my forearm, cut and taken away by the Veil along with Sirius. How such a major loss could be ignored is still a mystery to me. Regardless of all this I pursued the laughing Death Eater as she ran away, disregarding me in her euphoric bliss. I ran after her, blood flowing freely from my stump, but completely ignored by my rage infused mind, that wanted nothing more than to hurt the demon that had taken Sirius away from me. Soon enough we were in the Atrium and no longer being able to contain myself, I launched a Crucio with all my hate. She stood no chance before my powerful and raw emotion. She brutally collided with the floor and her screams of pain echoed in the great hall. It was like music to my ears, and I maintained the spell, my anger taking over my rational side. She trashed violently on the stone floor as I approached her; with each step, making the spell even stronger than before. Suddenly I heard a voice.

"Harry! Harry, stop it!" It was Remus. His heavy steps barely resounded in the hall, the screams filling the stone Atrium. "Harry!" he cried again, taking a hold of my left elbow, and immediately gasping in surprise and unconsciously taking a step back. "Harry! What happened to your arm?!" he exclaimed. And this time I turned away from the trashing Bellatrix and raised my left arm to my eyes. This time the shock was enough to freeze me in place, and my heart skipped a few beats. 'My arm. What happened to my arm?' I thought, completely overwhelmed by the new occurrence. My surprise was so great that I unconsciously lifted the Cruciatus curse. But the deed was done… It was too late for her.

Still under the shock, I never saw the Killing curse that approached me at great speed. Was it not for Remus, I think that I would have died that night. But he was there, and by a twist of fate, he grabbed me and pushed me to the ground, saving my life, and unknowingly…a million of others. The next instant Dumbledore was standing in front of us, shielding us from my aggressor, Voldemort. Their battle was short but very impressive, and for once in my life, I wondered why I wasn't capable of such things? After all, the young Tom Riddle was already so powerful in his Hogwarts years, so why not me? That thought was the first step of many that completely changed my future. And as Voldemort backed off, and while everyone thought he was retreating, I felt something slam in my head like a sledgehammer not unlike Snape's painful probes but so much more, making me cry out in pain. I saw an immeasurable number of things and at the same time nothing at all.

Too much information for my brain, and as I discovered a moment later, for Voldemort too. He fell to his knees a few feet behind me, taking his head in his hands and letting an inhuman cry of pain. He was struggling with it more, much more than me, I could feel it through our link, our link that was breaking under the pressure. Finally with a snap, the connection was destroyed, the images leaving my mind and I crumbled to the ground. I heard then as the Dark Lord painfully rose to his feet, slowly calling for his servant. "Bellatrix… Bellatrix!" he croaked, but his only answer was silence. She was no longer there. With another cry, this time of frustration, he turned on himself and disappeared, but not fast enough as the Minister and the Aurors had had enough time to see, that the Boy-Who-Lied, was telling the truth…

I don't know what had happened, but I have my suspicions that when Voldemort entered in my head, he interacted with a part of my mind that I didn't know existed. And that part of my mind hadn't liked the intrusion. I was certain that it had severed my connection to Riddle, and at the same time, crippled him. I didn't know to what extent, but he hasn't left the battle unscathed, that was sure.

"Harry", I heard Remus whisper again, as a commotion started around us. "Harr-…" he continued, but I never heard the end of his sentence, as everything faded to black and I lost consciousness.

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When I awoke, it wasn't due to the three comatose days I've rested in the bed, but because of the mind numbing pain in my left arm that just wouldn't let me sleep. Slowly turning my head toward my injured limb, I winced at what I saw, the true meaning of what happened slowly registering in my mind. Sirius was no more…and now I was crippled… Could magic heal such a major injury?
The answer was yes and no… Quite a paradox, wouldn't you say?
Only a few minutes after I regained consciousness, mediwizards entered my room. They must have had charms or wards to inform them when a patient woke up, because otherwise it was too much for a coincidence. After getting their usual "How do you feel, Mr. Potter?" and being on the receiving end of my harsh glare, the medics shifted awkwardly under my gaze and finally approached my bed.
Before any of them could utter another word, I spoke up. "Can you heal my arm?"

No, they couldn't. If I still had the rest of the arm, they could bind it together with no problem. Regrowing a limb or a part of it in its entirety was near to impossible. But still feasible. The problem wasn't in their competence or lack of thereof. No… The contact with the Veil, and whatever it did to me, made it impossible to regrow the arm. The part where my forearm was severed just refused to accept any sort of healing magic. It made me angry, but I still couldn't do anything about it. And that's when an idea popped in my head; Wormtail… Vodemort had replaced his hand with a magical one. It was Dark magic, but still...it could work. That was the second step.

When later, Dumbledore along with other people came to see me, I was of mixed feelings. On one hand, I wanted nothing but to be left in peace, but on the other hand I wanted to find answers, about Sirius, about my arm.

"I'm sorry, my boy.." he said, in his grandfatherly voice. "All that shouldn't have happened." He continued, as Hermione and Ron approached my bed. "Hey mate…" was the redhead's greetings, as he glanced to my left arm. I knew it wasn't voluntary from him, but it still made me angry, and a scowl marred my face. He must have caught on his slip and blushed a deep red. Hermione launched Ron a glare and took my right hand in hers, squeezing it a little too tightly than necessary. I immediately understood that she was reassuring me as much as herself, and squeezed back. But the smile never showed on my face. I couldn't smile. Not after all that happened.

"We'll find a way, Harry…" she whispered me in the ear. "I promise you."


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"Bellatrix was put back in Azkaban, Harry. She opposed no resistance." Dumbledore explained me, as I sat in a chair across from him. "Along with other Death Eaters that you and your friends incapacitated." He continued.

"Good." Was all I said back.

"Harry. You used an Unforgivable curse. You brought Bellatrix to insanity."

"Not more than she already was…" I replied coldly.

"Harry…" he began again, but I had had enough.

"She deserved it! Sirius is gone! She killed him!" I exclaimed, losing my cool. "Sirius is gone…all because of me…" I finished with a whisper. The guilt was eating me inside out. It was my fault that I ran headfirst in Voldemort's trap. Hermione was right, again. And it cost me my godfather and my hand.

"About that, Harry." Dumbledore continued, seeing that arguing on the Death Eater's fate was useless. But something in his voice put me on edge. I could feel that another thing would again disrupt my already messed up life. "The prophecy that Voldemort wanted was about you and him, Harry."

"But it was destroyed." I remarked, remembering the moment.

"Indeed. But it was just a copy." The Headmaster explained. "The real one is here." He continued, pointing toward his head. "I was the one that received the prophecy from a seer."

Suddenly, I felt a cold shiver travel my body. 'It couldn't be..' I thought, refusing to accept the harsh truth. During the time that I tried to calm down, Dumbledore waived his hand and the Pensive standing on his desk came alive and for the first time, I heard the "Prophecy". It was like getting a freezing cold shower. I was the Boy-Who-Lived, the Chosen One… Out of a sudden my eyes widened, and anger of immeasurable proportion slowly took over my mind. Not because I realized that the old man knew since the very beginning what I was destined to do, and had done nothing to prepare me to it. No… What made me seething with rage was that he knew that Voldemort wanted the 'fake' prophecy and still let me go after it to the ministry; let Sirius go after me…

"You knew!" I cried out, jumping to my feet, my hand furiously needing to break something. "You knew and still have done nothing to prevent it! It wasn't my stupidity that killed Sirius, nor was it Bellatrix's curse that killed Sirius! NO! It was your inaction that killed Sirius!" I screamed, and with anger pushed the pensive from the table, that crashed to the ground in a thousand of pieces. "It was your fault!" I continued with anger, breaking another of his priceless artifacts. Dumbledore made nothing to stop me in my rage induced carnage, as I continued to destroy everything that got under my hand. After a few minutes, there was nothing else to vent my anger on, and I stopped, launching the old man a harsh glare. I heard the previous Headmasters whisper in their canvas, and for a second I felt ashamed by my reaction, but the next, I squashed that feeling and approached him, my brows furrowed.

"I'm sorry, Harry. I know that I made some irreparable mistakes, but no one can be infallible, and more than anyone, and old man that had seen and done too much in his too long life." He began. "I beg your pardon, Harry. Now, because of my folly, Sirius perished and you…" he sighed, for once showing how old he was. "You lost your hand..."

Once again, I felt uncomfortable watching my stump. But again, that brought me to a question that I wanted to ask for a while. The Veil, it had disappeared after Sirius entered it. And while closing on itself, it had severed my arm. What was the Veil?

"What is the Veil?" I asked him, taking a seat across him, like nothing had happened.

"I don't know Harry. Many centuries wizards and witches studied it and came with the only answer, that it was a door to the afterlife. Nothing that entered returned ever again. A simple touch was enough to take anyone away from this realm."

"So what happened to Sirius, and to me?" I asked, my anger receding a bit. "After Sirius passed through, the Veil closed on itself and that was what severed my hand. So why I'm still here? I touched it, didn't I?"

"Indeed, Harry.."

"Then your assumption is wrong!" I exclaimed. I knew that there was something wrong with the Veil. Something that others couldn't understand. I've heard things from the other side. Whispers, other sounds unknown to me, and a song…I've heard a girl sing…

Will the circle be unbroken

By and by, by and by?

Is a better home awaiting

In the sky, in the sky?

And I'm certain, I haven't imagined this. It was as real as Dumbledore sitting in front of me. Something was wrong with the Veil…

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After Dumbledore said exactly the same thing that the mediwizards about my arm, he promised me that he would search for a way for me to get my hand back. But I knew that he wouldn't find anything. The Chief Warlock wouldn't meddle with Dark Magic. Even for the Chosen One.

I left his office and went straight to the library. Something had changed. I could feel it in the air. I wouldn't be going back to the Dursleys. My ultimatum was accepted without discussion, surprising me, to say the truth. Now, I had all the time in the world to find what I was searching for. Dumbledore was wrong about one thing though, Love wasn't the most powerful emotion of man, Guilt was… And guilty, I was…

Hermione was already there, and books upon books were scattered on the table around her. Her hair was completely disheveled, ink strains could be seen on her uniform and her hands, as she furiously wrote down information. I silently sat down across her and only after I took "Medical Progress Through The Ages" that was at her right, she acknowledged me.

"Oh! Harry!" she exclaimed, and seeing my serious face, sobered. "I've found nothing for the moment, Harry, I'm sorry." She sounded completely heartbroken.

"Don't worry. We'll find something." I reassured her, the smile still missing from my face. I stood up and began walking toward the Restricted Section. I needed to find something, and the little slip I acquired from Dumbledore would prove to be very useful. The Library was nearly empty. Exams were behind, and with the news that Voldemort was back, the majority of families had taken their children before the year was officially over. It was logical, after all. They were scared. And the few students that were still in Hogwarts whispered in my wake. It wasn't new for me, but this time the whispers weren't about the usual. Now nearly any British witch and wizard knew what happened at the DoM. That I along with my friends fought the Death Eaters to protect a secret weapon, and captured a good number of them. That I, had fought Bellatrix and made the Dark Lord flee. Not by the Great Albus Dumbledore, but by Harry Potter, the Chosen One… but not without loses on my side. They knew about my hand.
No one dared to cross my path, and it was fine by me. This time they feared me, and feared me for something that "I" had done.

After showing Mrs. Pince the slip of paper, I neared the section about Rare Artifacts and Forgotten Magic. I needed to find something about the Veil. Anything. And as I began browsing the books, I stumbled on something peculiar. A book, about Muggle Science, in the section of Rare Artifacts. 'What are you doing in here?' I thought as I grabbed the book from the shelf. The book seemed old, but in perfect condition at the same time. Its dark orange cover was made from a strange material, on the tome's spine was written a date: 1889. It was a century old! I brought it closer to my eyes and read its title: "Barriers to Trans-Dimensional Travel, by Rosalind Lutece." Barriers to Trans-Dimen-… Wait! Trans-Dimensional Travel?! "Why do I get a foreboding feeling about it?" I whispered. Something wasn't right. What a Muggle science book about the precise thing I was searching for, was doing on a shelf about magical objects? It couldn't be just a coincidence. I was sure of it.

Slowly I walked toward a table, completely engrossed by this new mystery. I opened the book and began reading. It was very hard to understand, as many technical words were used, but that didn't stop me from understanding the concept that this 'Rosalind Lutece' was trying to explain. And when I finished reading the first few chapters, I understood one thing. A thing that would completely change my world, and the worlds of so many others…

"It isn't a Veil…"

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