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Harry tried to ignore the pain in his scar.
"I thought I would see you here," Voldemort said. His voice was chilling and sent shivers down Harry's spine.
"I can't say I didn't expect you. But I can't say I did expect you either," Harry replied.
"Well, the situation called for drastic measures."
"And what situation would that be?"
"You found the counter curse for my favorite little spell." Harry was surprised. How could Voldemort know?
"How would you know anything about what we've been doing?"
"I have a very loyal Death Eater who has been telling me your every move. The dementors; the hospital; how you stayed in Hogwarts. Then how you made up the defense spell and even how it works."
"Most of that came out in the paper," Ron snarled. Voldemort turned his red eyes towards him.
"Did it? I don't recall the dementors or the hospital or the Magical Animal Show. Or Harriet, Nick, and John, for that matter." Noticing their surprised looks, he added. "Yes, I've been keeping an eye on you from the very beginning. Of course, there was a period when there were some…difficulties, but I worked around those."
"Who is this informant?" Harry asked.
"Would you like to meet him? I think you might recognize him. But who knows?" He snapped his fingers. There was a shuffling sound behind the table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione instinctively raised their wands. From behind the table came a short man with graying, matted hair. They couldn't see anything else because he was carrying a tall object. They recognized it at once. It was the veil. The man behind it was clearly having trouble. He was trying to climb up on the table but the veil was very heavy and he was grunting with the effort. The Death Eater finally put down the veil and scrambled up. Then he cast a feather weight charm on the veil and brought it up to rest next to Voldemort, who was looking irritated. After that, he turned around to face the three aurors. When they saw him they gasped.
"Minister?" Hermione whispered. But he began changing right before their eyes. His hair turned neat and black, and grew down to his elbows. His nose grew smaller, and he became thinner. His round eyes changed to ovals and his face was now longer. He grew a couple of inches, straightened out, and now there was a new man standing on the table. Voldemort smiled unpleasantly.
"You've brought me the veil, Herrs. Good job." The man called Herrs smiled too.
"The real minister must have sent you that note!" Hermione whispered to Harry. He gave a little nod and turned back to his enemy.
"Polyjuice potion," Harry said. "Clever. Not up to your usual standard though, Tom." Voldemort's lip curled.
"Perhaps. But it is so very efficient."
"Yes, I know. Why do you need the veil?"
"You think I would tell you? Crucio!" The curse came out of the blue and Harry barely had time to dodge it. It hit the wall behind him, and the stones crumbled, leaving a hole.
"Stupefy!" Harry yelled. The spell hit Voldemort and he stumbled back but regained his balance right away.
"You think a spell like that would work on me?" he sneered. "Have you forgotten who I am, Potter?"
"No. You're a murderer by the name of Tom Riddle. No one special," Harry replied calmly, though inside his heart was beating furiously. He was afraid but wouldn't show it. Fire blazed in Voldemort's eyes.
"Crucio!" he screamed and this time the spell hit its mark. Harry tried his best to stay standing, but couldn't. He would not, however, scream. He waited for the pain to go away and it did very soon. When he looked up he saw Hermione and Ron standing in front of him, their wands pointed at Voldemort. His wand had disappeared, and so had Herrs'. Harry stood up shakily.
"Crucio!" he shouted and the curse hit Voldemort. He fell on the table, twitching. Harry looked at his wand, startled. He had no idea the spell would work like that on Voldemort. No one had ever done that. Then again, no one had ever done even half of what Harry Potter had. He lifted the curse and Tom stood up quickly. Harry suddenly felt something he wasn't expecting. The feeling of someone prying into his mind. He started pushing Voldemort out, but it was hard. He hadn't had to do this for a while. He knew he wouldn't win; he couldn't get one thought out of his head: Why was Voldemort doing this? There was no point. Then, as suddenly as he started, Voldemort stopped. Harry looked at him and saw that he was now pointing a wand at him. Harry groped around for his own wand but couldn't find it.
Voldemort was trying to get in his mind as a distraction. While Harry had been mentally fighting Voldemort, Herrs had stolen his wand. Ron and Hermione had been so distracted by watching Voldemort, making sure he didn't do anything, that they didn't notice the other man creep up behind their friend.
"Harry, here!" Ron said. Harry looked around and Ron tossed him a wand. It was Voldemort's. Harry caught it and immediately turned around and pointed it at its owner.
"Crucio"" Voldemort fell again, but not before sending his own spell at Harry.
"Incidere!" It hit Harry's arm and immediately a gash appeared. Blood stained Harry's sleeve and he closed his eyes against the pain. It was like having the Crucatius Curse on his arm but it wouldn't go away. Hermione and Ron were surprised. They had never heard of that spell before. Ron furrowed his brows and pointed his wand at Herrs.
"Incidere!" he yelled. It hit the Death Eater's stomach. He staggered and fell down on his front. He rolled over with a moan and red stained the table cloth. When Voldemort stood up, recovering from the Crucatius Curse, he muttered something and the cut on his servant's stomach closed up. Harry's kept on bleeding. He conjured up a bandage and tied it tightly around his arm, dodging a stunning spell.
"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort said.
"Amoris Patronum!" Harry shouted. When the blue light hit Voldemort, he staggered back again but didn't fall.
"Aah, so that's how it happens," he said. Herrs pointed his wand at Harry, but Harry didn't notice. He was concentrating on what Voldemort would do next. Suddenly he heard a whisper next to him.
"Avada Kedavra" he turned to see Hermione. Her eyes were closed and her wand was aimed at Herrs. The green light hit him square in the chest and he fell back, his eyes wide in horror. He was dead before he hit the ground. Hermione started crying quietly but stood her ground. Voldemort was furious.
"You killed my servant," he said in a deadly whisper, but they heard it. "Accio Granger" Hermione flew forward with a shriek. Voldemort held his wand right in front of her heart. His mouth opened and started forming the deadly words.
"Silencio!" Harry cried. Voldemort scowled. He continued to hold onto Hermione but put his wand in his pocket motioned for Harry to undo the charm. He did, cautiously, and held his wand out, prepared to silence his enemy again. Ron tried to summon Hermione back but Voldemort caught her.
"You wanted to know what I had the veil here for, Potter? I'll tell you. Originally it was to kill you, since Avada Kedavra wouldn't work. But now I have another purpose." He pulled Hermione in front of the tall object. "I can use it to torture you first." With that he pushed Hermione closer to the veil. She was right at the edge now, and was deadly pale. She couldn't do anything; Voldemort wasn't giving her enough room, and there was no spell that would help her anyway. Ron and Harry began creeping forward. Voldemort sneered. "It's so sad you have to lose two people you care about to this piece of cloth." Then he pushed Hermione. She fell straight in and the veil rippled slightly then fell still.
"HERMIONE!" Harry and Ron screamed. They knew she wouldn't come out the other side but they were still waiting for her to. Ron stood still; his face wore a furious expression.
"HOW DARE YOU?" he shrieked. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE, KILLING ANYBODY THAT DISPLEASES YOU?" Voldemort smiled chillingly.
"Lord Voldemort," he answered quietly. Harry was in a state of shock. That veil had claimed the lives of two of the people he cared most about in the world, just like Voldemort had said. He wanted to destroy it, to rip it apart. But first, he had a human to destroy.
"Crucio!" he yelled. Voldemort stepped aside but Ron sent the same spell towards him. He couldn't move away and fell for the third time, this time to the ground. Behind the two men came a shriek. McGonagall stood there, with Dumbledore and the other teachers. Harry and Ron didn't turn around; instead Harry walked forward. He lifted the curse and pointed his wand at the figure on the floor. "Avada Kedavra" he said softly. Voldemort's defenses were weakened because of the Crucatius, he knew, and the killing curse had the desired effect. Lord Voldemort was gone forever.
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The veil was still at Hogwarts two days later; still in the Great Hall. Cornelius Fudge was found; he was being kept somewhere inside his office. It turned out Hermione had been right; he had sent Harry the note at the Animal Show and had had trouble because he was tied up. Harry's cut had been healed and the rest of the Death Eaters were caught.
There was no snow that day. The sun was shining brightly and it was a great day outside. The whole wizarding world was rejoicing at the fall of Voldemort but Harry and Ron couldn't enjoy it. They felt terrible; it wasn't the same without Hermione.
They had been sitting in silence all day, and Harry couldn't take it anymore. He got up and transformed, then flew out of the window.
He flew to the cave in which he had seen the words written. He inspected the wall but there were no marks. Harry sighed and sat down, trying to remember what it had said. Something about a veil and a prophecy.
The right hand corner on the veil. The prophecy is there. Find it Harry. Yes, that was it. Harry jumped up again and flew to find Ron. They would find the prophecy together.
"Ron! Ron!" he shouted. Ron looked up. There were bags under his eyes, and he was pale.
"What?" he asked.
"Come with me!" Harry pulled his friend to the Great Hall. They found the veil there.
"What's going on Harry?" Harry explained what he had seen. "Wow. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I wanted to keep it to myself. You know, like the last thing of his I'd find." He didn't have to say who "he" was. Ron nodded.
"Let's find it." They walked up the veil. Harry inspected the right hand corner. He could just make out the word carved there: THE SAVIOR BRINGS LIGHT TO DARK TIMES NINE…SOME POWERS POSSESED NONE UNDERSTAND…THOSE SMOTHERED BY CLOTH SHALL COME FREE WITH HIS AID…BUT HE HAS LOST ALL AND THAT STANDS IN HIS PATH…HE MUST MOVE AROUND IT TO HAVE IT ONCE MORE…
"Ron, look!" Ron came over and read the words. "What do you think it means?"
"The savior… I don't know. Let's ask Dumbledore." They copied down the prophecy and ran to Dumbledore's office. They said the password and sped up the stairs.
"Enter," Dumbledore said when they knocked. They came in and showed him the paper. He studied it for a moment. "You found this on the veil?" he asked. Harry nodded. "I see. I'm afraid I can't help you. I don't know what it means." He handed them the paper, after copying it down onto his own parchment and they left, disappointed but not discouraged.
Harry and Ron spent the next week trying to figure the puzzle out. The students had gotten an extra two weeks of vacation after the things that had happened in Hogwarts.
Harry was sleeping peacefully when he was woken up by Ron's shout.
"I did it!"
"What?" Harry asked groggily.
"I figured it out!" Ron said excitedly. Harry sat up.
"What is it?" Ron came over.
"Ok. The 'savior' is the person who can go into the veil, and come back unharmed." Harry's eyes widened.
"What?"
"It all makes sense. Listen: THOSE SMOTHERED BY CLOTH SHALL COME FREE WITH HIS AID… The people who were 'smothered by cloth' died by falling into the veil."
"Oh. It does make sense. But why did you decide that they could go into the veil and come back unharmed?"
"Because everyone who fell in will come back to life with his help. How will he be able to help if he dies when he goes in?"
"Makes sense. But what about the rest?"
"It tells who the savior is."
"Have you figured that out?"
"Yeah." Ron grinned slightly. "It's you."
"What?"
"Listen to this: THE SAVIOR BRINGS LIGHT TO DARK TIMES NINE…It's talking about you beating Voldemort! You did it nine times, didn't you? Once when you were one, then all of your years at Hogwarts except the third. That's seven. Then when he kidnapped you four years ago, you got away again. And…" Ron swallowed. "Last week. That makes nine."
"Yeah but…"
"Let me finish. SOME POWERS POSSESED NONE UNDERSTAND…"
"What does that have to do with me?"
"Remember second year? Everyone thought you were Dark because you were a parselmouth. That's a power nobody understands correctly. BUT HE HAS LOST ALL AND THAT STANDS IN HIS PATH…You've lost everything. First your parents, then Sirius, then Hermione."
"But I haven't lost you!"
"Ok, I take it back. You've lost Hermione but she wasn't part of your everything. Sirius and your parents were; they were your real family. And you lost them. It all fits. You have to go save Hermione and all the others that fell in the veil. Sirius."
"Yeah, but what if I'm not the one? No one will ever know if it worked or not!"
"There's bound to be a sign. I know how much you miss Sirius; this is your chance to save him! To bring him back!"
"I've let it go!" Harry lied. "Sure I miss him, but not enough to possibly kill myself!"
"Harry, please. Do you really think I haven't heard you talking in your sleep, about how it's all your fault Sirius died? How much you want revenge? Harry, this is your chance to be with him again! Take that chance! And if you won't do it for yourself do it for Sirius, Hermione, and the others! For me too! I can't stand being here, alive, while Hermione is…" he swallowed "dead. Especially when there is a chance to save her." Harry sighed.
"You're right. I do miss him. But I can't understand why I can't let it go! It's been eight years!"
"Harry, that's not always enough to heal. All of eternity might not be enough."
Harry was silent for a moment. Finally he spoke.
"Yeah. All right, I'll do it." Ron nodded and smiled.
"Thanks Harry. Come one, get dressed and let's go." Harry got into a comfortable outfit (sweat pants and a shirt with sneakers) then followed Ron to Dumbledore's office. It was eight o'clock and they knew he would be awake by now. When they knocked he told them to enter, just like a week ago. When the old man saw them he smiled.
"What can I do for you?" Ron took a deep breath.
"We've solved it."
"You've solved it," Harry corrected. Ron smiled and explained what he had figured out. When he was finished Dumbledore nodded.
"Are you ready to do this, Harry?"
"Yes."
"Then let's go." They made their way to the Great Hall. The veil stood there, as if waiting for Harry. Harry and Ron hugged; they were like brothers. Nobody knew how long it would take for Harry to come back, and Ron was sad that he might be away for a long time. How would he last with both of his best friends gone? He sighed and handed Harry the parchment on which the prophecy was written.
"Just in case," he said. Harry smiled.
"Thanks." He made sure he had his wand, and then stepped towards the veil. He tried to go in but was pushed back by something. Confused, he tried again but felt some kind of wall in front of him, and was pushed back again. He turned to Dumbledore. "What's going on? I can't go in!" Dumbledore frowned.
"Give me the prophecy" he said. He looked it over. "The last line: HE MUST MOVE AROUND IT TO HAVE IT ONCE MORE…It means you have to let Sirius' death go. Or accept it."
"I have accepted it!"
"You have to make yourself let it go then. That's the only way you'll be able to help him." Harry sighed in frustration. He closed his eyes, and thought about Sirius' death. A little voice kept saying,
'He can't be dead; it's too unfair. He just fell through a cloth; he'll come back soon.'
"No," Harry answered. Dumbledore and Ron were looking at him, wondering if he would be able to do it. "He won't come back. He is dead, but there's one thing I can do about it. For now, though, he's gone." He kept repeating this over and over, and finally opened his eyes. He took the prophecy back from Dumbledore, and faced the veil once more. Harry reached out. The wall was gone. He'd be able to get through. He stood there, thinking. Was it actually him, or someone else? Was he really the one the prophecy was talking about? He thought about it for a moment. But only a moment.
The End.
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Hello again! That's the end! Now you'll never know what happens, and if he brings them back to life! Mwahahahahahahahah! Jk, I'm going to write a sequel called "What lies beyond the veil: Amoris Patronum sequel" If you put me on your author alert you'll know when it comes out but you don't have to.
The prophesy took me so long to make up! I hope you like it, please tell me! And if I post the two or three chapters of the sequel that I have done right now, others might not be up for a little bit. Do you want me to start posting it right away or wait until it's finished?
By the way, if you didn't know, I wrote that author's note a million years ago, back when I first wrote this story which is why it sounds a little...strange. I just didn't feel like changing it since it tells you everything I have to say.