This might seem a little strange, sorry, I had the last section of this written already and I didn't know how to put it into play. And it was supposed to be the second to last chapter but I decided to change the chapters around and this seemed really cool. So here it is…

Oh yeah, and thanks to Daughter of Darkness777 I realized how much of an idiot I was… Why did the world go black when he already knew of his parentage indeed. Thank you, I would never have noticed it… hopefully I could just say that he got a vision from the mysterious people. Not understanding? It's the first sections of this chapter.

Times Running Out

"Harry, oh, Harry… Why won't you return to us?"

He was surrounded, trapped in a sheet of darkness, restricting all movements. It looked only like a palpable fog drifting around him, surely he could get through. But no, no matter how much he tried to destroy whatever fabric was confining him, it would not yield. You could see through it though, and that gave some light on the situation, though actual light never came to him. It was just infinite darkness filling whatever room he was in.

"Do you think he will make it, Hermione?"

Hermione? Was that Ron? Why do they sound so near, yet too far to see? Make it out of what? Where was he?

The more he moved, the fabric constricted as a Devil's Snare they had encountered in first year. Those couldn't stand the light so it wasn't necessarily far from the point. Light seemed forbidden in this place, wherever it was… But he couldn't get to his wand, that is if he had his wand near him anyways. He couldn't quite remember what he was doing before he got into this black void, let alone how he got to the black void in the first place. Did he even have his wand just as he came in? Should he worry that his opponent –wherever he is– has his wand, leaving him defenseless? To whatever evil to come?

You need to act now…

What in the world was this place? He could swear that he just heard a woman's voice in his head telling him to do… something. What that was he couldn't tell really, but he knew that something was implied. Wasn't it? Did he even know what he was talking about anymore? Maybe he should just lie down. If there was a place to lie down in this void of darkness.

Or else the veil will pass out of existence…

The veil? What are they talking about?

He didn't even know how he knew there were others, that a "they" was even present. It was just a sudden flash of inspiration that told him of the fact. Or maybe it could be that the second voice –was there really a voice there?– was a man's voice. But then again, nothing in this realm, if it was another world at all, was following any sort of physic's rule. Even gravity didn't seem to be involved as he was just floating in the middle of the air. Or was he on the ground tied up in a black cloth? Was that the veil they were talking about? What was wrong with him?

Relax…

Oh, yeah that would be easy to do with so many questions running through his brain. How could he relax when there wasn't any light showing him of what he was getting himself into?

Allow us to bring you the one you wish for most…

"He's been so out of if, lately. If only Sirius were here, everything could go back to being normal."

Sirius? What was this place? Everything was so annoying! Who were the mysterious voices surrounding him? He could make out Hermione, and even Ron earlier, but the rest were drawing a blank. Supposedly he was supposed to be relaxing at the moment, but it didn't seem to be something within his grasp at the moment. Being wrapped up in a clock of black material and hearing voices wasn't really helping the fact at all. But they said they could get someone back.

Trust us and all will be answered in time.

In the distance, he could see forms walking towards him. They were garbed in simple gray robes which blended them into the pitch black scenery. There were nine in total; one came from each side of him, as if trapping him further in his cocoon. But even though the thought of being even more trapped by these mysterious people should be scary, a sense of security washed over him. It was as if they were related to Albus Dumbledore, as he too was able to create this feeling to an uncomfortable degree. Then again, if they were trying to help get Sirius back…

"And what am I supposed to do?"

The veil is breaking down slowly. If you do not go now it will disappear and all will be lost. Go, once you awaken, to the veil and retrieve those whose times have not come. You are their only hope.

The fog began to shift and the cloaked people started to back away. No matter how much he yelled, the people would no longer answer him, or even acknowledge him. He was still trapped in whatever restraints around him, but they began to move. A fluttering was felt next to his arm, just under it in a place causing some mild tickling to occur. The bonds started to break and out came a butterfly, majestic in its simple flight, to its true calling. A creature such as that was not meant to be caught in a cage; it deserved the open sky in freedom. And as Harry watched, light filled the room, and he was free as well.

"Harry?"

The light sort of blinded him for awhile until he blinked it off. He sat up quickly, causing Hermione and who else was with her to gasp, and searched the room for the mysterious people. Or even that damned butterfly that continued to follow him around. The crazy people weren't anywhere in sight, but Hermione and Ron were just next to his bed with anxious looks on their faces.

"You will not understand what just happened…"

The two were apt listeners as Harry told them of the mysterious people and their message. Right then, the three were conversing without even words, just looks at the others, but everything was conveyed perfectly. It was scary, even for them. True they were close, but this was just strange…

But while they were using their strange connection, down in the dungeons a silence filled the Potion's Master's quarters. He was interested in the paper in his hands. The muggle's newspapers looked so strange with their perfect columns and straight lines. Who could read such things? Why didn't they just change over to the twist and turns of the wizarding world's which made the news so exciting, it created cliffhangers at ever line. But there was no use arguing about the differences the worlds created as one article stood out at him and it wasn't good…

Veil of Death Disintegrating

Ministry officials are baffled on why the mysterious link to death is disappearing. They have it predicted that it will fully vanish in two weeks…

The legends of heroes and their magical journeys have enthralled the minds of youth for generations. It becomes a steady rock these susceptible minds could hold onto as they go into emotional changes all the way up to adulthood. No matter how many times the basic fairy tale setting is played out, the human mind grasps onto the story with all its might out, the human mind grasps onto the story with all its might to figure out the ending. He will live happily ever after with the beautiful princess in their prosperous kingdom. Who would want to have a sad ending when their lives are already imperfect? The point of a fairy tale would be fore that inspiring hope that always occurs at the end. It brings light to any shadowy occurrences that try to keep us down.

But no one thinks of the probability of all heroes gaining a happily ever after. There are several cases where the hero which is exactly what happened to Sirius Black. He is a frightening idol afraid by all of England. But no one really knew his life before his holy journey or what were the specifics of this journey.

The darkness had taken hold being surrounded by know supporters of the Dark Lord but a life had shown through. Unlike his name, Sirius became the strong supporter of the white light. He was able to drop the shadows of his youth to serve the right side. But to an outside view, the apple doesn't fall too far from the tree as he was thrown into Azkaban. They quickly forget the obstacles he had gone through to label him as evil. No one gave him a glance, let alone a second one. The man served twelve years in Azkaban in the worst conditions without first serving a trial.

This was to be his greatest adventure yet the Black Veil of Death had taken the white sheep away but now the jealous cloth will have to give him back up. Unaware of the black figures passing through the secret back door of the Ministry, the night guards spent their time playing wizarding chess. It was all going to plan.

A graceful hawk dove down into the guard's room unseen, transforming without a sound into the bushy hair Gryffindor famous for the brains of the operations. Each magic detector was deactivated. Another winged creature, this time an owl, soared through the halls, looking for any problems that could occur.

When the coast was clear, the rest rushed into the circular room of doors. Soon they were staring at their opponent, the black doorway, after a few sessions of trial and error. They waited silently in a perfect line without even a twitch of an ear to wait for their flying counterparts. It was as if they were specifically trained for this in some sort of military academy. But in truth the silence was due to their dedication to detail in their mission. Once the group was reassembled, they transformed as one and got into position. Candles were relit, parted in uniform distance and formed a complete circle around the veil's pedestal. Wands were in work, weaving decorative ribbons of light securing the area and dispelling any creepy vibes that surrounded the place due to their last encounter. Rune stones were placed in seemingly random places. When each job was complete, they tuned to the only person remaining in his original position.

Harry Potter didn't know if this was going to work, and quite frankly, it frightened him. They had been training all semester for this. Would they be ready to find out if their work is worth it? Would they find out that all the research was pointing to a different literal death trap or they were missing just one more piece of info they needed to find? A clue just out of their grasp.

Hermione walked out of position and laid a hand on his shoulder. He could feel the reassurance emitting of her, the clam presence urging him to start the ceremony they set up. He turned away from the veil to look into the faces of those supporting him for so long. No matter how crazy the thought of bringing back Sirius had been to everyone else, these select individuals stood by him. It was because of them that this became possible.

Ronald Weasley, the one that stood by him in the beginning. He was a friend, not a celebrity, to him. Though there were some tough times throughout their friendship, they always settled their differences and went on in life.

Hermione Granger, though having rifts between them, created the strongest trio there ever has been. She would look out for him, teaching him all he needed to survive his encounters with ol'Voldie.

Genevra Weasley, the younger sister he never had. The issue of her crush on him earlier was now a laughing matter as that dedication changed to Operation Sirius.

Neville Longbottom, the one changing the most out of all of them. Who would have thought that the bumbling eleven year old would have transformed to this strong, decisive wizard before him?

Luna Lovegood, the first non-Gryffindor to know the truth behind everything Sirius had gone though. Providing relief as she battles it out with the other mastermind in the group and forming a knowledge truce between them forcing Hogwarts into a war of wits.

It was decided then he would continue the spell and find out what could happen. So he took off his cloak, bared his arms, and stood just inside the outer circle of candles. Hermione got back into her position out of the circle ready for the magical ceremony.

I have been asked to give a question about the stories, so this is for you, I do not know what your writer name is but you know who you are. I would not be able to tally up the scores for the past House Points, but have fun.

Question: The butterfly came from a vision and it came back from the mystery people. What do you think the butterfly means? I do know what it means, not just ramblings…

CountryMusicFan: No I have not heard of Foamy… The squirrel is just a friend in the little one shot but not otherwise (we have one in the backyard which keeps eating the plants…)

rlmess: Did not know people liked the humor. I really don't think about it when I start writing, it just kind of happens, but it's nice to know that I have it! It really is cool. Its actually weird to know that the people who are reading this isn't from my little city. Having fun? How is it like in Poland? I had some people in my Physics class that came from other parts of the world. One was from Italy and another was Korean but was raised in Mexico…