For disclaimer and such, see chapter one!

Chapter two:

What's lost is not gone:

The end of the war was not as glamorous as people had hoped it to be. At least not for Harry. The loss of his closest family had weighed heavily on the young savior. The battle may have been last night (or a few hours ago depending on how one looked at it), but Harry had already felt himself slipping into depression. Teddy had helped bring him out of his depression. It had warmed Harry's heart to see the tiny baby giggle and change hair colors. But as soon as Teddy was asleep his reprieve ended.

Harry had just put Teddy down for a nap, and now he was alone. Everyone was either in the infirmary or running around doing Merlin knows what.

When the door to his room clicked shut, the dam broke. Weight supported by the door, he slid to the floor and buried his face in his hands and cried. They were not really cries but more like heartbreaking sobs that would have broken the hearts of however had heard them. They were tears of utter sadness, loneliness and pain.

"Siri…Remmy…I need you…Please…don't leave me alone. I can't…I can't do this without you two." Harry gasped between sobs.

Then, his first attack came.

The first thing to happen was his throat constricting painfully. Harry made to grab at his throat, when his hands spasmed uncontrollably. Red filled his vision. Fresh hot tears spilled down his cheeks. His mouth filled liquid and by the metallic taste, it was blood. Harry doubled over and heaved. Oh it was blood alright, along with bits of something. The teen hadn't eaten anything but dry toast since yesterday, and toast was most certainly not pink and squishy and half covered in steaming green goop.

He heaved again, blinking in and out of consciousness. More tears rolled down his face and before the darkness consumed him, he managed a gurgled 'help'.

Harry was unconscious by the time he was found.

HPEC

Whoever said that the Veil led those unlucky few who fell through it to the Afterlife was sorely mistaken. They had obviously not tried to go through the Veil, or come back for that matter.

No, what lied beyond the Veil was most certainly NOT the afterlife, or if it was, it was a huge letdown to what Sirius had imagined. It was dark, there was too much pressure around him and it was cold. Cold similar to that of when there were dementors around. Only there weren't and Sirius still had all of his happy thoughts. The only thing emanating warmth was his Remus who was still latched to his side. Oh sweet Merlin, REMUS! Sirius had forgotten how his mate had run over to him as he was half way through the Veil. HOW could he forget that?

He tried to open his mouth to call out for his mate to see if he was alright, but no sound came. His mouth couldn't even open from the pressure.

Sirius had no idea how long he had laid there, or floated, but it didn't matter. He could feel his mate's steady breathing and decided to use that as a form of keeping time. Sirius got to breath 867-ish when he heard a horrible cry. The man nearly let out a cry of his own at the sound.

"Siri…Remmy…I need you…please…don't leave me alone. I can't…I can't do this without you two."

He knew that voice, how did he know that voice. It was…..HARRY! Oh god they had left Harry! His poor godson had probably thought that they were dead! And after everything Sirius went through to be with his godson! Now Harry probably thought that they were dead. Well wasn't that a push in the right direction. Mustering up all of his energy, Sirius held onto his mate and pushed. How long he spent moving the two of them, even though Remus had begun helping shortly after they started moving, Sirius did not know. It seemed like an eternity before they saw light. It was a white, wispy, haze like light that seemed to move. The closer they got the light, the more it took shape. It was a woman bathed completely in the white light. She had white skin, silvery white eyes, and long white hair and a white robe like dress that was being fanned by a nonexistent wind.

"Sirius Black, you weren't meant to be here, nor was your mate." She said in a soft voice with a slight echo to her words.

Her mouth hadn't opened when she spoke, making Sirius wonder how he could hear her.

The woman smiled at him. "Do not worry, Sirius Black. I am in communicating through your thoughts."

"My…thoughts?"

"Yes."

"So…was it you who made that sound earlier and not Harry?"

The woman's eyes turned downcast. "I am sorry, Sirius Black, but that was really your godson. He is in pain right now and if you do not help him he will die."

"Prongslet will die?" The woman nodded. "Then please, let us go to him. We are all that he has."

"I understand Sirius Black, but there is one thing that I wish for you to do for me. It will help save your godson."

"Anything." Determination coursed through Sirius's veins. If there was anything that he could do to help save his Prongslet then he would do it. The woman seemed to smile at this thought.

"Take him and your family to Forks, Washington in the United States. There his mate will be waiting for him."

While Sirius did not like the thought of giving Harry to his mate so soon, he understood that it was in Harry's best interest. "Alright."

"Thank you, Sirius Black, may the rest of your life be blessed." The woman gave them a bright smile and enveloped them in a warm, motherly hug and then there was nothing but blinding white light.

When they could open their eyes comfortably the two realized that they were back in the Department of mysteries. The woman had freed them from the Veil. They would be forever grateful to her for saving them.

It was such a wonderful feeling to be out of that darkness! Getting out was almost like being pushed through a tube; kind of like apparition only more comfortable and bright. But now that they were out, it was so warm and airy! It was great! The first thing that Sirius did was roll onto his panting mate, and kissed him senseless. "Don't. You. Scare. Me. Like. That. AGAIN! Got it Moony?" Sirius growled. Each word was punctuated by a rough peck to Remus's lips.

The werewolf smiled up at him. "I can't promise I won't do it again. But it think that I can handle not giving you such a scare." He replied with a slight laugh. Sirius sighed nuzzling his mate's neck. Remus had just wrapped his arms around the other man when reality dawn on him. "Sirius, where's Harry?"

There was an intake of breath and for a second, everything was still.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

And….

"Oh FUCK! That's right! That woman said that he was hurt! Harry! HARRY! WHERE ARE YOU HARRY?" Both men were up running around the room shouting for their cub. Remus to remembered the woman's words and was becoming more frantic when he couldn't find his injured pup.

"Padfoot, he's not here! Why don't we go to Hogwarts and talk to Dumbledore or…someone!" Remus suggested and Sirius nodded.

"Alright let's go."

Both men turned on the spot and they were hit with the familiar sense of apparition.

HP EC

When the two landed outside the gates of Hogwarts, Remus threw his dark haired mate onto his back and ran at inhuman speed to the front entrance. Members of the Order, who were not long ago battling at the Department of Mysteries, were walking around, laughing and cheering. So everyone was here? Did that mean the battle was over? Did they win? They must have since everyone was so happy. But where were Harry and Teddy? The first familiar face they saw was Fleur Delacour, soon to be Weasley. The werewolf ran over to her and Sirius asked if she had seen Harry.

"Zee last I 'eard 'e was een your rooms." She told them in her thick accent. She was not at the DoM nor had she heard of Sirius' and Remus' accident with the Veil so she did not find it odd that they were looking for their godson. What she did find odd was the state of panic that they were in and Remus running with Sirius on his back.

The men thanked her and ran up a flight of stairs to the Portrait of a stag in a bed of lilies. Sirius hopped off of Remus's back. "I solemnly swear that I am up to no good!" they both yelled. They did not wait for the door to open completely. The men pushed through the opening and saw Harry, sprawled on the floor in a pool of blood with bloody chunks of what looked like his innards scattered on the floor. The scene made Sirius and Remus want to vomit. They didn't though, getting Harry help was their first priority. Remus bent down and picked up his pup and almost cried when he felt the sluggish pulse. The two made a run for the door when they heard Teddy's loud cry.

"Remus, you go." Sirius stated. "I'll stay with Teddy. You're faster, GO!" He left no room for arguing, but he didn't need to worry. The werewolf didn't need to be told twice.

HPEC

Alice Cullen would be in tears if she was human, or if she wasn't in the middle of her last class she would be dry-sobbing. She had just come out of a vision of her brother's mate, Harry. In this vision, Harry was coughing up blood and bits of his insides coated in a thick green substance. The only one in the same chamber as him was an innocent baby. No one was there to help him! Harry could die! What would happen to Edward? He'd go through hell. Not only because his mate would be dead, but he'd be stuck with that Bella-bitch until she died.

It was too much for the pixie like vampire. She raised her hand and when called on, asked if she could go to the nurse.

"Sure Miss Cullen, take your things. Class will be over shortly."

Nodding, she stood up and had to restrain herself from running out of the room at inhuman speed. She was oblivious to the concerned looks her sister and dark haired brother were giving her.

Now, of course she did not go to the nurse. She instead went to her brother's Volvo. She sat in the front seat, curled into a ball and let out a series of dry sobs. Moments before the bell rang Alice was hit with another vision.

Harry being picked up by the sandy haired man.

Harry being carried through a huge building- a castle.

Harry in an infirmary.

Potion after potion being coaxed down his throat.

Diagnostic spells.

Tears.

Confusion.

Relief.

Pity.

Harry breathing and alive.

Men and women of different ages surrounding his bed.

Love.

It was such a short, confusing vision, but it was enough to make the girl grin like an idiot. Harry would live to come to them!

RING

Ah, there was the bell! Soon enough, her husband was outside her door with a very confused and concerned look on his face. He had felt her sorrow during class and the sudden change to deliriously happy was a bit alarming. The petite vampire wasted no time launching herself at him.

Edward tried reading his sister's thought but they all seemed to be masked by the Canadian national anthem. Curiously, he turned to Emmet and Rosalie.

'Hey don't look at us. We have about as much of a clue of what's going on as you do Eddie' Emmett thought, looking his little brother in the eyes.

Great. If Alice deemed it necessary to block her thoughts, well then it wasn't going to be good now was it?

TBC