Harry Potter and the Veil
Chapter III
Snap! Just like that, Harry Potter apparated at the edge of a thick forest. He threw his Invisibility Cloak over himself and stepped into the bright highroad leading to Godric's Hollow.
Since the war ended, he often found himself coming here to get away from everybody else. Although he was sure Ginny, Ron and Hermione suspected where he liked to run off too, none ever followed him here. Instead, they decided to just give him his space. Sometimes he needed time alone and he knew that he deserved it. The wizarding world owed him that much.
As he walked down the road to his birth town, he thought of the one person who could probably explain everything. He imagined himself sitting in a bright room looking across a great oak desk to the greatest, wisest wizard he'd ever known. He'd spent years fighting in the name of the great late Albus Dumbledore. He'd know exactly what Kreacher's last words meant.
Someone was coming. -Someone that he was supposed to look out for. That person killed Kreacher, and Harry would not forgive him. He'd promised himself in his last battle with Voldemort that he would never let another person die for him. It was decided. He would make things right, and someone would have to pay for what they did.
Looking up, Harry saw that he had finally found the place he was looking for. He took off the Cloak and pulled out his wand. He sat down and with a silent wave in the air, a beautiful bouquet of flowers floated softly onto his mother's grave.
"Mum… Dad…." Harry spoke softly to his parents. He wished that he could have them talk back and tell him what to do. He thought back to when he had temporarily died in the final battle.
He had finally unlocked the Resurrection Stone and was able to see his family who had given him the strength to do what needed to be done. God he wished that he had that same resolve once more. He was completely confused as to what had to be done now and there were no clues, no lights guiding the way.
"Harry."
That voice was too familiar. He jumped up to see were it was coming from.
"Harry."
He turned around and sure enough, across the cemetery was a great silver dog. Sirius.
Harry sprinted towards him, running as fast as he could, calling his name as he went. For a moment as he ran, the sun appeared from behind the clouds. It was so warm and bright that it caused Harry to blink and just like that the black dog had vanished. He stopped running and looked around.
Something was wrong. Everything had changed in the mere blink of an eye. The cemetery was gone. The sky was gone. Nothing remained but him and the black void that surrounded him.
"Hello?" Harry called out, his voice echoing and fading into the background. The only answer he got was a low, menacing growl. He turned around to see the silver dog stalking towards him, its fun standing on end in anticipation. As it got closer, its growls got harsher and its bared teeth reminded Harry of a kind of evil grin.
"Sirius?" No, Harry thought, That's not him. His friends were right, this dog was a stranger and apparently it was hungry. Harry caught a glimpse of the bloodlust in the beast's eyes and froze.
Run! Harry told himself. "-I can't." The beast crept closer.
Move! He commanded. "-I can't." The beast lunged at him.
"NO!" Harry closed his eyes. He could hear the growling and snarling, but he felt nothing. He opened his eyed and saw the silver dog throwing itself around biting at its shadow. "Harry, go now," roared the shadow.
"Sirius?" Harry whispered. The shadow let out a yelp as the silver beast dug its jaws into its shoulder. "Sirius!" He was yelling as he ran towards the figure he knew to be his godfather. "Get away from him!" He pulled out his wand and with a wild anger he pointed it at the silver dog and bellowed, "Stupefy!" Red sparks shot out of his wand, hitting the beast square in the face and it ran off into the darkness.
Somehow exhausted, Harry fell backwards onto the ground. Just before he blacked out, he could've sworn he saw a great black dog looking down on him.