The Veil
Chapter One – The Plaguing Thought

It was over. All over. Voldemort was dead. Dumbledore was dead. His family, most of his friends and classmates were dead. And his one friend, the one he could always, and had always been, able to run to with any problem or comment, was gone. Not dead, Harry could not believe him to be dead; simply gone. Gone behind a whispering veil, hung on a stone archway, in the Department of Mysteries. There has to be a way to get Sirius back, thought Harry. This thought had plagued him and had soon become like his mantra for the past week. I need to get through that veil, but be able to get back with Sirius. But the longer he thought, the less possible it seemed. But, there was one spark of hope: the library.

Harry never thought he would turn here of his own free will. It was mostly under Hermione's command that he'd set foot in the Hogwarts library. He was sorry that after the battle he'd no time to contact her. She was probably in St. Mungo's with Ron, who had been seriously injured in the battle, and it was questionable as to whether he would ever gain mobility. As Harry walked through the now empty library he found the section he was looking for: the restricted section.