A/N – All right, for starters, as everybody says, I own nothing. This story is something I've always wanted to do, and yes, It is my first fic and constructive criticism is always welcome :). As I'm not American, British, or of any nationality in which English is the first language, sometimes I may sometimes use expressions that are not british and therefore doesn't fit with a Harry Potter fanfic, but if you point it out to me I'll correct it. That said, this is just the intro. I'm not sure how often I'll be able to upload with college's tests coming up, but I'll try to do it as fast as I can. This is story will also have a bunch of "minor crossovers" with a lot of stuff, in a way that I will put characters and locations in it from a lot of other stuff, but completely out of their original context. Simply because I like how they are designed, or their names, or how they are in general. There is no need to be familiar with these characters or locations at all to enjoy this.
Intro – Through the veil
It felt like time had slowed down. Harry could be sure that that moment took longer than the entire fifth year. Every single detail of the scene in front of him promising to haunt his nights forever. Bellatrix's wand firmly grasped in her hand in front of her, as the curse hit Sirius square in the chest. He could see the small droplets of sweat forming on her forehead, most likely because of the effort it took to cast such magic. Harry wouldn't know for sure, since the dark arts weren't something he was familiar with. He saw the exact moment in which Sirius' feet left the ground and his body was sent flying back. But what would forever be burned in his mind and for years to come wake him up with heart racing and drenched in cold sweat, was the subtle smile that graced his godfather's lips at that final moment. As his back touched the strange fabric of the veil, the most beautiful white light illuminated the Death Chamber for a fraction of a second.
He barely noticed Remus' arms coming over his shoulders, almost trembling in anticipation for what Harry might do. The adrenaline is his blood, though, was faster and Harry's legs started moving. His mind went blank and only one thing mattered. As time came back to its normal pace, Harry covered the distance between him and the last link he had with his family in no more than two seconds. Completely deaf to the cries of his friends and members of the order behind him, the only thing he heard as he flung his body, hand in front to try and catch his godfather, was Bellatrix' maniacal laughter. Everything went black.
That same feeling that rushed his mind the first time he laid eyes on the veil with his friends in tow threatened to take over again. He felt at home, whole, and so he surrendered to it. The last thing to cross his mind as he lost consciousness was her eyes. Her deep blue eyes. And then he was at peace.