He was in the rectangular chamber again - he was falling - he was crashing hard on every stone step all the way down to the dais. Death Eaters, hooded and masked, were surrounding him - laughing at him. Lucius Malfoy's cold, drawling voice drifted to him from the depths of his mind:

"Potter, your race is run…"

He was clutching the prophecy in one hand, his wand in the other - trying with all his might to think, willing himself to think. He didn't have a chance, he knew it deep in himself, no one could help him, he was alone -

Neville's voice, foolishly brave:

"He's dot alone! He's still god be!"

…Neville's screams as Bellatrix Lestrange hit him with the same Unforgivable Curse that had taken his parents' sanity -

Then the sound of two doors bursting open - five more people sprinting into the chamber: Lupin, Moody, Tonks, Kingsley, and Sirius.

Sirius!

Spells were raining down upon the dais - a full-fledged battle was beginning - Order of the Phoenix dueling against the Death Eaters.

"Harry, take the prophecy, grab Neville, and run!"

Sirius sprinting to meet Bellatrix - Sirius laughing at her -

"Come on, you can do better than that!"

Suddenly his brain heaved itself into motion - he had to stop it, that's why he was back here - he could save Sirius -

Sirius was falling backward through the arch - beyond the veil…

"SIRIUS!"

He was running, now, he had to get to him, this time he could do it - Lupin caught him around the chest -

"There's nothing you can do, Harry "

"SIRIUS!"

"He can't come back, Harry, he can't come back, because he's d"

"SIRIUS!"