Harry had just finally battle control of his body back to him. It hadn't been an easy task, and he had a blinding headacke as an award. His scar felt like a painful beating heart, radiating the pain through his head and the rest of his body. It hurted to catch his breath, and he was barely to stand up. He could, barely, see Dumbledore battling Voldemort, for him it was mostly two blury shapes dancing in a shower of colorful and dangerous magic,as he had lost his glasses while possesed.
Harry couldn't do much to help, the two wizard magic was way over his level, he couldn't see much and he was so much tired and in pain. And he missed Sirius, it had been his fault that the man had come,and he felt so guilty. He was the last conection with his parents, Remus might have been his friend too but he hadn't really taking an interest to him, never went to visit or told him stories about Lily and James.
It had been Sirius who had escape Azkaban when he had felt that he was in danger. He was the one that had went back to England to observe him in the Triwizard tournament and tried to help with the tasks. He was the one, who when he was worried over being expellend from Hogwarts, had tried to cheer him up. And the most important thing he had offered him a home.
Harry felt like he had fail him, that he had fail his parents. He had put his friends in danger, and the order had come to the rescue and now Sirius was death, and his friends were injured.
He didn't felt like he was the saviour that people espected him to be. Right now he just felt like a failure. Harry was sure that if he was suposed to lead a future resistance against Voldemort, all that he would achieve was got everyone killed. He had after all, just a couple of minute ago, gotten his godfather killed.
He wouldn't do anyone any goo being there, he thought. It wasn't as if most of the people will care if he was gone, he was after all a crazy deranged teenage. And he wasn't sure that his friends would foregive him after he had put them in a mortal situation. It wasn't the first time that it had happend, and it was always one of his friends that ended up injured. Harry wasn't sure how Ron and Hermione still hanged out with him after the last three years. And that was if they had survived, something that he wasn't sure about.
It didn't took more to make his decision. It was better that he died, and wasn't it a coincidence that just downstairs was a easy way to do it.
He took a deep breath, calm filling his mind. He took a precarious step forward, almost failing face first into the floor. And then another, each step coming easier, his balance improving and the pain becoming lesser.
He reached the elevators, and got inside one. The doors closing after him. He batlle between both wizards continuing, neither man appearing to notice his absence. He got closer to the bottoms to see the numbers of each floor, his nose almost touching them. He pushed the bottom of the last floor, and the elevator started to descent to the deeps of the Ministry of Magic.
His steps echoes on the walls of the empty hall, to one side the Wizengamot chamber, to the othe the Depattment of Misteries. He continued walking, without hesitation. Reaching the circular room, the doors closing behind him, the room spinning arround this time, the broken door he noticed was repaired and all the doors looked the same. He opened the door ahead of him, and looked inside.
The Brain room was how he had left it not so long ago, destroyed brain tanks and brains with tentacles on the floor. Ginny was close to Luna, both girls were being with Lupin who was waving his wand over and inconcious Luna. Lupin's face was serious and Ginny looked worried at his childhood friend, while looking in the direction where Shacklebolt was with Ron. The red-head was inconcious too, his shirt was ripped open, marks of tentacles covering his pale torso. Shacklebolt dark skin contrasted heavily with Ron white face covered with freckles, the man was mutering under his breath spells frantically. With a sight, he shocked his head at Ginny. He took his cloak and covered Ron with it, getting up and going to confort the other girl. Lupin looked up from Luna, whose face was regaining some colour, to the cloak covered body and then to Ginny.
During these moments noone noticed Harry, to adsorted in the situation to notice the boy at the door. Ron had died, and it was all his fault. At least Ginny and Luna appeared to be alright, but it was little confort. Harry looked at distance while Lupin and Shaklebolt hugged a crying Ginny. He walked ahead, more reasured of his decision. Neither of the five noticing him crossing the door, nor stoping in front of Ron body.
"I'm sorry my mate." Harry though, a silent tear falling down his face "You didn't deserve such a awfull friend"
Not seeing anyother way to reach the The Chamber of Death, he turned around and returned to the spinning room, when it stopped he opened the door infront of him, and, again he looked inside.
The next room that he saw was the planet room. The first thing that he noticed was Moody patting Neville in the shoulder, as the boy, whose face was bloody from a broken nose, was crying too. "Did he already know about Ron?" It was posible that Moody had seen it happening and had told Neville and now was trying to confort the boy.
Harry then looked arround the remaining broken planets, looking for the last part of the group that had come with him. Hermione wasn't somewhere that he could see. He started to worry, he had seen her the last time here, incapacitated after being hit by a nasty looking purple curse. She hadn't woken up after she had been hitted with it, and now that he didn't see her he started to worry. "Was she dead too?" Harry wondered. "Had he been so stupid and recklees that he had got killed the three people that he most cared about?" He though. He advanced looking for his friend, hopping that he was wrong and she was just with some other member of the Order of the Phoenix a little ahead. But she wasn't, he wasn't wrong.
Fawkes was there, over his falled friend. Hermione was laying on the floor, eyes closed, a peaceful expresion on her face. Fawkes was crying over her, as if trying to heal her as he had done two years ago with him in the Chamber of the Secrets. But as much as the bird cried, Hermione didn't stir, she laid unmoving over the could ground. Harry knew that she was death too. It was probably while Neville was crying and Moody trying to console him. Neville had guided the old auror to Hermione, and Moody had tried to save her. When his efforts had failed, and Fawkes appeared and hadn't obtained better results, he had took Neville aside and tried to confort him.
Now Harry felt even worst of what he had done. He took little confort in his three remaining friends beeing alive. Yes three were alive, but two others hadn't make it. He felt more determined, if there was even a small part of him that might have been against doing what he was going to do, it had fully desapeared.
He crossed the rest room, he could see a door leading to his final destination at the end. The Chambert of Death, where The Veil was located. He could heard voices coming from it, even if he couldn't understood what they were saying. He walked down the stairs. The voices grew stronger and clear as he descended. He could almost heard them now.
While descended he thought of the path that he had just taken. It was as if fate was showing him the results of his mistakes. But now that didn't care. His decision was final. He steped in front of The Veil, almost touching it, if he streched his arm he could almost touch it with his fingers. He looked around the room, the place where he had killed Sirius. The place where it would all end. The dark room, the stairs that he had just descended, the lone arch in the middle of the room. He looked around and took it all. The pain. The sorrow. The wasn't any colour in the room as it should be. Or at least there shouldn't, he noticed a speck a pink at the other side of the room. He aproached, darkly thinking that he had probably just gotten killed another person. Tonks was on the floor, unmoving, and not breathing Harry noticed. Her pink hair was partly dark red covered in blood.
He returned to his previous spot, in front of The Veil, and step ahead.