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A/N: If you haven't read OotP yet then you shouldn't be reading fanfiction should you? This fic contain major spoilers about OotP- especially who dies.

Harry Potter and Beyond the Veil

There is a prophecy that was created nearly sixteen years. It was about a young boy who was born at the end of July and his parents had escaped the Dark Lord, Voldemort three times. It was said that in the end, one of them who be a killer, and the other would be killed.

The young boy's name is Harry Potter, and right now he is asleep in his tiny bedroom in his aunt and uncle's house. He was having a dream, a nightmare. It was the same one over and over again- it was his godfather's death.

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Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

 The second jet hit him squarely on the chest.

 The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the stairs again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.

 It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch... And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing- Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second…

But Sirius did not reappear.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"

He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again…

 But as he reached the ground and sprinted toward the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry-"

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"

"It's too late, Harry-"

"We can still reach him-"

Harry struggled viciously, but Lupin would not let go….

"There's nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…. He's gone."

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He awoke with a start. He thought that he would be getting use to the dream since it was the same one almost every night. But he still hadn't gotten used to the fact that his godfather was dead.

Why did Sirius have to die? What did ever he do to anyone? Sirius of all people was the least deserving to die.

If only he had listened to Dumbledore and Hermione and continued Occlumency. If only he hadn't been so stupid and looked in Snape's Pensieve, knowing it would anger Snape. If only he hadn't been so stupid and forgot about Snape being part of the Order and gone to him first. If only he had remember that mirror instead of sneaking into Umbridge's office. If only he hadn't been so stupid to believe that Voldemort had Sirius. If only- he stopped himself.

There were so many things that he could have done to save his godfather's life. Yet nothing was done. It was all Harry's fault. Harry should have been the one to die, not Sirius.

He had thought things were horrible when Cedric died. Harry didn't really know Cedric. But now that he thought about it- he really didn't know Sirius that much either. He had only known him for two years. Now he would never be able to know him well or get to live with him instead of the Dursleys.

Why couldn't something go right for once? He couldn't help feeling sorry for himself. At this rate he'd be stuck with the Dursleys forever. Now no one knew how he felt. He wanted to throw things and shout, while bawl his eyes at the same time.

"Why me?" he asked himself.

He looked at the clock. 7:36. Time for breakfast. He jumped down the stairs and entered the kitchen. He sat down and grabbed a glass of orange juice. He started gulping it down and looked around at the Dursleys. They had ignored him quite a lot this summer, but they all seemed quite pleased this morning. Too pleased to be within feet of Harry.

"We've," his Uncle began, "have won a all-expense-paid vacation."

"Okay," said Harry, "Where are we going?"

"We," he pointed to all for of them, "aren't going anywhere. Your aunt, cousin, and I are going to the beach. You are staying with this old lady down the street."

"Mrs. Figg?" asked Harry hopefully. Mrs. Figg was a witch and would be able to tell him what's been happening in the wizarding world.

"No. She's out of town." Aunt Petunia and Harry guessed probably something with the order, "It was Nym-something. I can't remember."

"She's going to look after you for the rest of the summer and she's going to drop you off at the station on September first. Now she doesn't know about- you know, so act normal. Now get packing. She'll be here tomorrow morning."

A/N: I know this was short but I needed a stopping point and please hit that pretty little button down there and REVIEW!!!! I will love you forever!!!!!!!!