Harry fell out of the fireplace that was hidden deep inside the Death Chamber. Thankful that no one was here to see his landing, he stood up and walked through the maze to find the Veil.

He walked through the last doorway and looked up to see the veil fluttering innocently in a nonexistent breeze. Harry snorted, "innocent" indeed. He stepped forward and then turned to a familiar voice, "Harry! Right on time."

"On time, Professor?"

Albus Dumbledore walked out from the shadows. "How many times must I tell you? You are not my student, call me Albus."

"Fine, Albus, I will. What are you doing here?"

"I've come to see you off, my boy."

"See me off?"

"I find it most amusing that you are going deaf before I am."

"Okay Albus, laugh, and then tell me whatever deep and wise thing you've come up with for this occasion."

Dumbledore pushed Harry toward the Veil, "Good luck, and don't hit your head on the way through."

"Is that it?" Harry yelled as he went through the vortex.

"Don't believe everything you see!" Dumbledore yelled back, cheerfully.

Harry began seeing his life flash before him, but he only noticed the bad parts, being chased by a bulldog, having all his hair cut off, his fights with Ron, the chamber he just left…

"NO!" Harry screamed, and he closed his eyes. He pointed his wand into the air and yelled, "TAKE ME TO SIRIUS BLACK!"

Harry felt a jerk behind his navel, a lot like a portkey would feel. He found himself looking at a life that wasn't his. He felt a pang of guilt that Sirius had almost no happy memories. Most of them had left after twelve years in Azkaban. He tried to ignore the other memories, but it wasn't easy. He started to see things familiar to him, and was glad that Sirius had been much happier since he met him.

After a few moments Sirius's memories began to end, like his life had ended. There it was, a dead end. There was Sirius, hunched over as if he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders.

"Sirius?" Harry asked.

Sirius didn't move at all.

"Sirius?" Harry asked, much louder.

Sirius's head jerked around to face him, and he smiled when his eyes ell on Harry, "Harry! How'd you get here?"

Harry smiled back, "I followed you."

Sirius's smile faltered, "What?"

"I followed you."

"Why?"

"You need to get out of here."

Sirius sighed, "I've tried, but the only way out…"

"Is if you concentrate on a happy memory."

Sirius smiled, "If I had a recent one I would, but you see, my last memory…" he pointed over his shoulder.

"Is pretty good, if you ask me."

Sirius laughed, "Falling through this Veil would seem funny to you."

Harry pointed, "Look again."

Sirius turned to see a new memory, one about talking to Harry, "I think I see what you're getting at."

"Just concentrate," Harry told him, and closed his eyes.

Sirius followed suit and soon saw the Death Chamber again, with a smiling Dumbledore waiting for him.

"Hello Sirius, good to see you."

"It's nice to see you to, Albus."

Dumbledore told him to leave, "Remus needs to see you more than I do, when you are ready come tell me the story."

"I will," Sirius followed Harry to the fireplace, "Where to Harry?"

Harry threw in some Floo powder and stepped in, "Number twelve Grimmauld Place!"

Sirius copied his godson and went through the network.

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