A/N: I choose to speak again. Enjoy. The ending comes out soon, don't
worry.
Not one person has gone beyond the veil and lived to tell the tale. All that is known is that the veil is this: easy to walk into, impossible to walk out of.
Harry- (1ss person)
"Potter, why do you continue to play the hero every time we meet? Could it be that one dead person is better than two?" Voldemort said to me, voice full of loathing and scorn. I could feel the boiling of his soul from the distance I was at, and it was making me nervous.very nervous.I straightened my self up and slowly lowered my wand, totally self-assured
If I go down, I thought, I go down with valor and bravery. Like my father.like my mother.like Sirius...
"Not when you're on a mission to save the one person who means everything to you!" I replied. The words weren't really even my own.they simply rolled off of my tongue as if my lips had predestined I'd say this a very long time ago. I stood ever firmer, digging my toes into the stone floor until the bones began to crush. I winced slightly and took a breath in.
. "You have always been a fool who loves to act." Voldemort said, narrowing his eyes, smiling grimly at the prospect of killing me. Ridding himself of me once and for all.Realizing that I was defenseless from another attack, I readily lowered my wand to my side and forced a last smile.
"And you, have simply just been a fool." Yeah, Harry.tell him.say what you've been meaning to say to his face for the last sixteen years.Tell him that he was a fool for killing your mother, father and Sirius.Tell him that the debt will not go unpaid.tell him he will rot in hell for eternity for all the pain he's ever inflicted upon you.kill him Harry..
Before he kills you first.
The next thing I felt was this surging heat from my heart. I remember gasping in pain and in agony.the heat and the pain.like white-hot wires being tied around m body; bound in this excruciating pain and anguish.
I'm going to die, I thought I'm going to die.
And I fell to the floor and looked up.my eyes rolled back to their sockets and I stopped breathing.
When I opened them again, I found myself staring from above the whole scene.my body lying motionless and I knew my worst nightmare had come true.
I'd died.
I saw Voldemort let out a great laugh; slit-eyes budging somehow in content and disbelief. I believe that he thought I would have fought longer than I did. What he didn't know was that I was not, in a sense, as dead as he'd wished, or even hoped for. As a matter of fact, I had some unfinished business to take care of. And in the magical world, there is only one thing that a soul can do when it has unfinished business to take care of.
I became a ghost.
And there was hell to pay.
Voldemort saw what was now hovering above my remains and he was not at all pleased at the effects. He pointed his wand at me and yelled "CRUCIO!"
Nothing whatsoever happened to me.
I looked intensely at Voldemort.looked at his monstrous being and laughed.
"You have seen the err of your ways, Voldemort. Had you for once properly given all possible thought to what might happen if you tried to kill me, you'd have realized that I came here with a purpose? I came to save my Godfather. You, fortunately, in your haste to rid yourself of me once and for all, did not take this in mind. And so, here I am before you, as undestroyed as I will ever become. 'Neither can live-' "
" 'W-while the other s-survives,' " Voldemort muttered angrily. He now looked at me in absolute silence and smiled, laughing bitterly.
"What is so funny?" I demanded.
"Once you save your Godfather, you will cease to exist." Voldemort yelled, smile of antagonism showing fully on his worthless face.
I froze. He was right.my unfinished business will end if I save Sirius.Sirius! I had.How many minutes left?
"You have less than a half-hour left to pass through that veil and save your godfather, Harold James Potter."
I panicked.save Sirius and cease to live or save myself and exist forever only as a memory? Fulfill the prophecy by awaiting Voldemort death?
I needn't have waited too long to make my decision because Scipio made a dash for the veil and disappeared before Voldemort or Lucius could stop him.
Scipio-
Cold. Everything behind this veil was cold, and exceptionally dark. Scipio shuddered and pulled his wand out of his pocket. "Lumos" and almost immediately regretted it.
He was floating in a bottomless pit.a long never-ending ion of space and time. Behind him, he saw the flapping of the veil, in front of him he saw lines and lines of people; but they were not exactly what you'd call people, because they weren't people.
They were souls. Every individual was a ghastly iridescent shade of blue and silver and each of them was grabbing hold of his body, calling out to him and begging him to save them.
"Help me!"
"No, save me, save me!"
"Listen to none of them, it is me you want!"
Scipio struggled free of all of the others. He knew whom he'd come for, and he knew to call him by name.
"SIRIUS BLACK!"
All of a sudden, the floating bodies began to fade into the black oblivion of the space, each calling out last second cries of "save me!" and "Help me!" Scipio was now being rushed forward to a room; guarded by long hooded creatures and in the center, a rather large creature. It's many heads (six in all) were inspecting Scipio, each with a different emotion: anger, sadness, denial, happiness, despair and one with no emotion whatsoever. Attached to it's many heads was a scaly muscular body with long sharp claws larger than a sword (thirty-six talons in all). Feeling that he was, in fact, where he should be, he addressed the sphinx in a dynamic voice that quivered with fear.
"I-I am here to take S-Sirius Black!"
The creature's many faces looked undisturbed by what Scipio had just demanded and recited rather dully all together:
"We are the faces of misfortune, of guilt of death and strives,
With our many faces our many lies and claws of butcher knives,
Many a man will come to rescue what was lost and many a sinner dies
For he is forced to decide amongst which us will tell him not our lies.
And so, brave weary traveler from the world beyond our own
You must choose the one among us to whom the truth is known.
Find the truth and set it free and we will grant you what you desire,
Find the lie and we shall bury your soul in everlasting fire.
Anger will grant you freedom should you wander in her wake,
Sadness will grant you a savior in your own name's sake,
Denial will grant you wisdom beyond all others of your time,
Happiness will grant you eternity and all powering your prime,
Despair will grant you wishes three of anything and all,
Valor swears you nothing but the day that you will fall.
Here is the question, think not too long and definitely not too short
Which one of us shows truth beyond the others in the sort?"
The poem ended and an uproar of shrill screams erupted.
"I am the honest one, these other ones are lies!" The angry one bellowed.
"Believe me, young master! I cannot tell you why, but believe in what I say!" Sadness cried.
"Do not let her deceive you! I am the Truth.or at least I believe I am." The one in denial began.
"Ha! She is unsure! Alas that she ends up like a shrew and burns!" Despair called out.
"You know that I tell you no lie, young master! Happiness can buy you power." Happiness began with a broad grin.
"I promise you nothing. I do not tell you that I lie or that I tell you truth. Choose any of them."
"Anger grants you freedom should you wander in her wake.No.it can't be you.Sadness causes grief, not a savior.denial takes away wisdom so it couldn't be you.. happiness lasts only a while.not an eternity.nothing good ever lasts. Despair? Why would it grant me three wishes? What sense does that even make? Valor.bringing the day that I will fall.I don't know!"
"Alas.is that your final answer?"
"NO! It is NOT my final answer.wait a moment."
"Wait? We do not wait for any man!"
"To wait is to procrastinate!"
"That is true, sister."
"Agreed here."
"A lie, as are you!"
"Young master knows I am a truth!"
"No, He knows I am!"
"No I!"
Suddenly, Scipio was struck with fear. All faces seemed to be telling falsehoods.none told a truth.
None told a truth!
"I have my answer! I know which of you tells me the truth!"
"It's me, isn't it?"
"I knew it was I all along, good job master!"
"Fool, he knows it was I that told the truth!"
"NO! All of you lie! I believe the truth I'm seeking is that lies have many faces, but the truth has only one face.the face that is never seen or heard over the lies!"
Suddenly, a bright light shown about the creatures and a beautiful maiden took the place of them, her long silvery hair flowing gently into her milky complexion, her starlit robes billowing across her body with the serenity and nobility of a goddess.
"You have sought the truth, young master, and now, I will grant to you what you deserve."
Into his arms, appeared the weightless body of a young man, face aged beyond its years. Long black hair drifting into his face, bags under what seemed to used to have been almond-like shaped eyes. A dark complexion and a wild untamed look about him, yet a look of domestication.almost like a dog.
Scipio carried the weightless body in his arms and the veil was in front of him. He was only feet away.
Inches away.
Until the guards at the veil stood firmly in his way.
Harry-
Harry floated through the veil, looking for Scipio and Sirius.praying they were still there.praying they were on their way back. From where he floated, he saw Scipio carrying Sirius.He'd found him! But the moment of joy ended as he saw the guards holding Scipio back.not allowing him to pass.
Frantic, Harry moved to where the guards and Scipio were. With all fierceness in his eyes, he stared at the hooded figure and screamed. "I demand you let them through!"
Unmoved by this demand, the guards stood firmly. Finally, one spoke.
"A life for a life. One enters and only one returns-"
"What? They both will return!"
" One. No more and no less."
"THAT ISN'T SO!" Harry shrieked, panic surging with anger.
"One of them will die, and one will live."
"I tell you this, both of them will live and neither will die!". And he lifted Scipio and Sirius into his arms and made his way out of the veil.
It is unknown exactly how Harry did it. A surge of love, some might call it. A force from deep within him, a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible tha death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. All that is known is Harry, though his unconditional love for both Sirius and Scipio, channeled into this great power and the once locked door in the Department of Mysteries was unlocked forever. Harry had, through that deep magic within his own being, resurrected himself. And with this resurrection, the ability to cheat death the sixth time in his life. And as he walked through the veil, he was not a boy anymore. He was no longer a man. He was no longer ghost. Harry became an enigma himself.
Harry put down Scipio and Sirius onto the cold stone floor and locked his eyes upon Voldemort. Lucius fled out of the room and left Voldemort alone with Harry.
Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and bellowed "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry, who had dropped his wand by his body when he had died, merely stood still in his place and muttered "FINOUSA!", as if he held the wand firmly within his hands. Within inches from his face, the jet of green light stopped and disappeared suddenly.
Harry had conjured magic (and stopped it) without the use of his wand.
Voldemort gasped, and for the first time in his life felt a sense of dread and fear. "You will die again, Potter! But next time, I doubt that you'll be resurrected!"
And with a blast of smoke, Voldemort disappeared without a trace.
Harry stood unmoved, feeling drained and wasted and fell onto the hard stone floor where both Sirius and Scipio lie and fell into a coma.
A/N: It's not over yet.One last chapter.. check it out to understand how it all makes sense at the end.believe me.it will..
Not one person has gone beyond the veil and lived to tell the tale. All that is known is that the veil is this: easy to walk into, impossible to walk out of.
Harry- (1ss person)
"Potter, why do you continue to play the hero every time we meet? Could it be that one dead person is better than two?" Voldemort said to me, voice full of loathing and scorn. I could feel the boiling of his soul from the distance I was at, and it was making me nervous.very nervous.I straightened my self up and slowly lowered my wand, totally self-assured
If I go down, I thought, I go down with valor and bravery. Like my father.like my mother.like Sirius...
"Not when you're on a mission to save the one person who means everything to you!" I replied. The words weren't really even my own.they simply rolled off of my tongue as if my lips had predestined I'd say this a very long time ago. I stood ever firmer, digging my toes into the stone floor until the bones began to crush. I winced slightly and took a breath in.
. "You have always been a fool who loves to act." Voldemort said, narrowing his eyes, smiling grimly at the prospect of killing me. Ridding himself of me once and for all.Realizing that I was defenseless from another attack, I readily lowered my wand to my side and forced a last smile.
"And you, have simply just been a fool." Yeah, Harry.tell him.say what you've been meaning to say to his face for the last sixteen years.Tell him that he was a fool for killing your mother, father and Sirius.Tell him that the debt will not go unpaid.tell him he will rot in hell for eternity for all the pain he's ever inflicted upon you.kill him Harry..
Before he kills you first.
The next thing I felt was this surging heat from my heart. I remember gasping in pain and in agony.the heat and the pain.like white-hot wires being tied around m body; bound in this excruciating pain and anguish.
I'm going to die, I thought I'm going to die.
And I fell to the floor and looked up.my eyes rolled back to their sockets and I stopped breathing.
When I opened them again, I found myself staring from above the whole scene.my body lying motionless and I knew my worst nightmare had come true.
I'd died.
I saw Voldemort let out a great laugh; slit-eyes budging somehow in content and disbelief. I believe that he thought I would have fought longer than I did. What he didn't know was that I was not, in a sense, as dead as he'd wished, or even hoped for. As a matter of fact, I had some unfinished business to take care of. And in the magical world, there is only one thing that a soul can do when it has unfinished business to take care of.
I became a ghost.
And there was hell to pay.
Voldemort saw what was now hovering above my remains and he was not at all pleased at the effects. He pointed his wand at me and yelled "CRUCIO!"
Nothing whatsoever happened to me.
I looked intensely at Voldemort.looked at his monstrous being and laughed.
"You have seen the err of your ways, Voldemort. Had you for once properly given all possible thought to what might happen if you tried to kill me, you'd have realized that I came here with a purpose? I came to save my Godfather. You, fortunately, in your haste to rid yourself of me once and for all, did not take this in mind. And so, here I am before you, as undestroyed as I will ever become. 'Neither can live-' "
" 'W-while the other s-survives,' " Voldemort muttered angrily. He now looked at me in absolute silence and smiled, laughing bitterly.
"What is so funny?" I demanded.
"Once you save your Godfather, you will cease to exist." Voldemort yelled, smile of antagonism showing fully on his worthless face.
I froze. He was right.my unfinished business will end if I save Sirius.Sirius! I had.How many minutes left?
"You have less than a half-hour left to pass through that veil and save your godfather, Harold James Potter."
I panicked.save Sirius and cease to live or save myself and exist forever only as a memory? Fulfill the prophecy by awaiting Voldemort death?
I needn't have waited too long to make my decision because Scipio made a dash for the veil and disappeared before Voldemort or Lucius could stop him.
Scipio-
Cold. Everything behind this veil was cold, and exceptionally dark. Scipio shuddered and pulled his wand out of his pocket. "Lumos" and almost immediately regretted it.
He was floating in a bottomless pit.a long never-ending ion of space and time. Behind him, he saw the flapping of the veil, in front of him he saw lines and lines of people; but they were not exactly what you'd call people, because they weren't people.
They were souls. Every individual was a ghastly iridescent shade of blue and silver and each of them was grabbing hold of his body, calling out to him and begging him to save them.
"Help me!"
"No, save me, save me!"
"Listen to none of them, it is me you want!"
Scipio struggled free of all of the others. He knew whom he'd come for, and he knew to call him by name.
"SIRIUS BLACK!"
All of a sudden, the floating bodies began to fade into the black oblivion of the space, each calling out last second cries of "save me!" and "Help me!" Scipio was now being rushed forward to a room; guarded by long hooded creatures and in the center, a rather large creature. It's many heads (six in all) were inspecting Scipio, each with a different emotion: anger, sadness, denial, happiness, despair and one with no emotion whatsoever. Attached to it's many heads was a scaly muscular body with long sharp claws larger than a sword (thirty-six talons in all). Feeling that he was, in fact, where he should be, he addressed the sphinx in a dynamic voice that quivered with fear.
"I-I am here to take S-Sirius Black!"
The creature's many faces looked undisturbed by what Scipio had just demanded and recited rather dully all together:
"We are the faces of misfortune, of guilt of death and strives,
With our many faces our many lies and claws of butcher knives,
Many a man will come to rescue what was lost and many a sinner dies
For he is forced to decide amongst which us will tell him not our lies.
And so, brave weary traveler from the world beyond our own
You must choose the one among us to whom the truth is known.
Find the truth and set it free and we will grant you what you desire,
Find the lie and we shall bury your soul in everlasting fire.
Anger will grant you freedom should you wander in her wake,
Sadness will grant you a savior in your own name's sake,
Denial will grant you wisdom beyond all others of your time,
Happiness will grant you eternity and all powering your prime,
Despair will grant you wishes three of anything and all,
Valor swears you nothing but the day that you will fall.
Here is the question, think not too long and definitely not too short
Which one of us shows truth beyond the others in the sort?"
The poem ended and an uproar of shrill screams erupted.
"I am the honest one, these other ones are lies!" The angry one bellowed.
"Believe me, young master! I cannot tell you why, but believe in what I say!" Sadness cried.
"Do not let her deceive you! I am the Truth.or at least I believe I am." The one in denial began.
"Ha! She is unsure! Alas that she ends up like a shrew and burns!" Despair called out.
"You know that I tell you no lie, young master! Happiness can buy you power." Happiness began with a broad grin.
"I promise you nothing. I do not tell you that I lie or that I tell you truth. Choose any of them."
"Anger grants you freedom should you wander in her wake.No.it can't be you.Sadness causes grief, not a savior.denial takes away wisdom so it couldn't be you.. happiness lasts only a while.not an eternity.nothing good ever lasts. Despair? Why would it grant me three wishes? What sense does that even make? Valor.bringing the day that I will fall.I don't know!"
"Alas.is that your final answer?"
"NO! It is NOT my final answer.wait a moment."
"Wait? We do not wait for any man!"
"To wait is to procrastinate!"
"That is true, sister."
"Agreed here."
"A lie, as are you!"
"Young master knows I am a truth!"
"No, He knows I am!"
"No I!"
Suddenly, Scipio was struck with fear. All faces seemed to be telling falsehoods.none told a truth.
None told a truth!
"I have my answer! I know which of you tells me the truth!"
"It's me, isn't it?"
"I knew it was I all along, good job master!"
"Fool, he knows it was I that told the truth!"
"NO! All of you lie! I believe the truth I'm seeking is that lies have many faces, but the truth has only one face.the face that is never seen or heard over the lies!"
Suddenly, a bright light shown about the creatures and a beautiful maiden took the place of them, her long silvery hair flowing gently into her milky complexion, her starlit robes billowing across her body with the serenity and nobility of a goddess.
"You have sought the truth, young master, and now, I will grant to you what you deserve."
Into his arms, appeared the weightless body of a young man, face aged beyond its years. Long black hair drifting into his face, bags under what seemed to used to have been almond-like shaped eyes. A dark complexion and a wild untamed look about him, yet a look of domestication.almost like a dog.
Scipio carried the weightless body in his arms and the veil was in front of him. He was only feet away.
Inches away.
Until the guards at the veil stood firmly in his way.
Harry-
Harry floated through the veil, looking for Scipio and Sirius.praying they were still there.praying they were on their way back. From where he floated, he saw Scipio carrying Sirius.He'd found him! But the moment of joy ended as he saw the guards holding Scipio back.not allowing him to pass.
Frantic, Harry moved to where the guards and Scipio were. With all fierceness in his eyes, he stared at the hooded figure and screamed. "I demand you let them through!"
Unmoved by this demand, the guards stood firmly. Finally, one spoke.
"A life for a life. One enters and only one returns-"
"What? They both will return!"
" One. No more and no less."
"THAT ISN'T SO!" Harry shrieked, panic surging with anger.
"One of them will die, and one will live."
"I tell you this, both of them will live and neither will die!". And he lifted Scipio and Sirius into his arms and made his way out of the veil.
It is unknown exactly how Harry did it. A surge of love, some might call it. A force from deep within him, a force that is at once more wonderful and more terrible tha death, than human intelligence, than forces of nature. All that is known is Harry, though his unconditional love for both Sirius and Scipio, channeled into this great power and the once locked door in the Department of Mysteries was unlocked forever. Harry had, through that deep magic within his own being, resurrected himself. And with this resurrection, the ability to cheat death the sixth time in his life. And as he walked through the veil, he was not a boy anymore. He was no longer a man. He was no longer ghost. Harry became an enigma himself.
Harry put down Scipio and Sirius onto the cold stone floor and locked his eyes upon Voldemort. Lucius fled out of the room and left Voldemort alone with Harry.
Voldemort pointed his wand at Harry and bellowed "AVADA KEDAVRA!" Harry, who had dropped his wand by his body when he had died, merely stood still in his place and muttered "FINOUSA!", as if he held the wand firmly within his hands. Within inches from his face, the jet of green light stopped and disappeared suddenly.
Harry had conjured magic (and stopped it) without the use of his wand.
Voldemort gasped, and for the first time in his life felt a sense of dread and fear. "You will die again, Potter! But next time, I doubt that you'll be resurrected!"
And with a blast of smoke, Voldemort disappeared without a trace.
Harry stood unmoved, feeling drained and wasted and fell onto the hard stone floor where both Sirius and Scipio lie and fell into a coma.
A/N: It's not over yet.One last chapter.. check it out to understand how it all makes sense at the end.believe me.it will..