A/N: Sorry it took me so long to update. I've been away and haven't had much chance or inspiration for writing. Thank you all for your support so far! Here's Chapter 3!
3. Cold
Harry stood in front of the veil through which his godfather – his best friend – had fallen just over a year ago. A source-less breeze made the veil flutter, swirling around Harry and chilling him to the bone. Harry shivered and drew his jacket closer around him, rubbing his arms for warmth. A solitary tear fell, but Harry wasn't sure whether it was from the unbearable cold or the unbearable sadness at the loss of his godfather. He wiped the tear away from his cheek before it could freeze there. Harry felt a hand on his should and turned. It was Remus. The werewolf gave an encouraging smile and nodded in the direction of a large group of people standing it the doorway. It was Hermione, Rom, the rest of the Weasley family, the DA and the Order. It was Sirius' family; Harry's family. The distant and the close. Harry smiled. Remus wrapped an arm around Harry and led him away from the fluttering veil. At the door, Harry was tempted to turn and take one last look at the mysterious arch that had claimed his best friend, but he didn't. A final gust of cold air blew at his back, shooing him away from the past and back into the warmth of his family.