Harry was in a familiar place.

The doors around him swirled making him dizzy before finally coming to a stop, confusing him. He opened a random door, but quickly closed it; wrong door. He whispered "Flagrate," and a bright X appeared on the door. He silently praised Hermione and all her knowledge. It took him three more tries before he opened the right door; one of the doors being the room with the brains, one being the hallway lined with prophecies, and the last being a black room with planets hanging in mid-air, circling a large yellow sun. He found the right one and memories came flooding back; this battle field stained with hatred and curses. Harry felt a lump rise up in his throat as he looked at the last spot he had seen the human Sirius before he was blasted back and into the veil. He stepped down the tiered seats, each step closer bringing new curiosity with him and came to a stop in front of the cursed black curtain.

Harry wasn't sure why he was here, or what he was going to do. He walked around the curtain examining the worn arch and the ragged black curtain that blocked his view. Cautiously he poked it with the tip of his wand, holding his breath.

Something funny happened, Harry felt a breeze, like wind was passing through it. He poked it again with more courage. The breeze grew stronger. Harry had the sudden urge to let himself be taken by the breeze and into the black curtain. The breeze was gentle, coaxing, inviting.

He took a step onto the raised stone platform the veil stood on. Whispering filled his head. Whispers of hideous things from unknown people. Dark wishes and anger filled him. Why couldn't he figure it out? What was behind the veil haunted him, driving him insane. He took a closer step to the veil, the wind pushing him on, his thoughts growing darker with each step he took.The gap closed between the boy and the worn stone arch. One step and the mystery of the human Sirius' death would be reveled. One sudden movement that only needed a small,swift, burst of energy to make it happen. His legs itched to take a step forward.

Should he do it?

Yes, if he wanted to find out the cause of the reason that was the black veil.

He thought, was he contemplating suicide? Was he making the biggest discovery of human kind, to find out what happened after death?

He stood there for ages, weighing his chances, thinking hard about this one movement that could mean black oblivion or the white welcome of enlightenment.

Would he ever see the human Sirius again? His train of thought faltered. What if this wasn't a good thing? What if it lead to his death, never to see Sirius again? What about the prophecy, about the Dark Lord? Would the world fall the ruin because of one boy's mistake?

Harry took a step back. The wind was getting stronger now, urging him to move forward. He took another step and another, until Harry felt like he was in the middle of a hurricane. He took his last step off of the platform and felt the pressure release. He fell to the ground, it was as if he was leaning on someone and they had quickly withdrawn, leaving him to fall. He breathing was harsh, what had just happened?

Did he just dance on the edge of existence? Or had he just made the biggest mistake of his life?