One-shot. What if, when in the Department of Mysteries, fighting the deatheaters, Harry had tried to save Sirius... and jumped into the Veil. Will he die? Will he live? Will he be able to save Sirius? Sort of crack... not really. It's just stupid.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of it's characters. J.K Rowling does.

Breathe. Harry, just breathe. You will survive this. Be flexible. Ready. Quick to throw up a shield. Constant vigilance. Great, now I sound like Mad-eye Moody. There's another deatheater popping up over there..Amazing. Now we have to deal with another one.

The deatheaters were not making this fight easy for them. They were targeting Harry Potter. They wanted the prophecy and Harry had dropped it. It was broken. Shattered into 1000 miniscule pieces. Now they were angry. They wanted Harry to suffer. To die. They were not demure. They were not mindful.

Curses flew left and right, Harry hardly keeping up with his surroundings. He stumbled to the left when a masked deatheater threw a stunner at him, nearly falling headfirst into an oncoming killing curse.

Two inches from dying. Not bad. Maybe next time I could make it 3.

Dumbledore and the Order appeared moments later, shifting the favor to their side, as the headmaster sent spell after spell at the masked men and women, keeping them on their toes. It appeared that they would survive this terrible night after all...

The battle was in their favor. They faught tooth and nail... It seemed to Harry that things were looking up. Soon, 11 of the 14 deatheaters were stunned or unable to continue due to their injuries. Just Lucius, Bellatrix, and Dolohov left. That's when it happened.

Whilst the majority of the Order and students were dealing with the fallen deatheaters, Lupin and Nymphadora were fighting with Dolohov, and someone finally stunned Lucius, Sirius and Bellatrix were at it.

Sirius seemed to be more concerned about insulting her than actually fighting. "Come on, you can do better than that!" He egged his insane cousin on. Bellatrix sneered and cast a dark looking stunner at him, causing him to fall back and toward the Veil.

The next few seconds seemed to be in slow motion. Everyone left standing stopped what they were doing. Harry could've heard a pin drop. Sirius's arched descent sent a spike of panic through Harry and his heart dropped. He wanted to run toward him, but he was frozen in place. Then, Sirius dissappeared.

Sirius... No. No... No! It can't end like this! I-

Harry leapt forward, running towards the Veil, when Lupin grabbed him. "Harry, there is nothing we can do. We l-lost Padfoot. We can't lose you too."

"No! I have to- auugg- save Sirius!" Harry retorted, his words coming out as broken as his heart felt. He felt a rush of magic go through him, and Lupin yelped, letting go of Harry. So he ran. He ran as fast as he could toward that dreadful Veil. He heard Bellatrix cackling in the distance, but he was determined to save Sirius.

He was 20 feet from the Veil. "Harry! Please stop!" Hermione shouted from the background. Harry couldn't hear her.

Ten feet from the Veil, he lept up the few stairs. "Harry! No!" Lupin yelled loudly. Harry ignored him.

I must save Sirius. He is my only family left... my only hope for a happy family. A childhood. I need Sirius.

He was at the Veil, running headfirst into it. He heard screams in the background, and felt the bitter cold fog sink into his skin, chilling him to the bone. He felt a terrible ache in his chest and felt something being torn away from him.

He did it. He was through. He looked at his surroundings. There was white mist surrounding him, and a golden door that seemed to lead to nowhere. In front of the door stood Sirius, looking more youthful than he had in years, and a tall, otherworldly man. He had a black cloak on, resembling a dementor's, white hair sweeping down his back, pale skin, and deathly green eyes.

"Harry?" Sirius seemed to finally notice him.

The tall man spoke, "Indeed it is. You were not supposed to be here, little one. But I see that dreadful business Voldemort left with you has finally been destroyed." He looked over at an ugly gremlin thing lying in a corner, crying.

"What is it?" Harry asked, looking at the thing in disgust.

"An atrocious creation.. A horcrux. One must kill to split his soul and put the severed soul piece in an object. Voldemort created several of these to keep him alive. Immortal. You, up to this point, were the host of one that he accidentally made the night your family was killed." The man replied, his lips curling.

Harry cringed. Gross. That was in me? Basically my whole life! Disgusting.

The man continued, "But as I said, Harry, you are still supposed to be in the land of the living. Why have you jumped into the Veil?"

Harry replied, "I couldn't leave Sirius... He was my one hope of having a real family. I-I just didn't want this to happen."

The man smiled, "Well, Harry, it's a good thing I favor your family. And you. I suppose I could be lenient and let both you and Sirius out of the death land. I have and will do a lot for any descendant of Perevell."

"Perevell? Like in that story about the three brothers? What do you mean? Did they actually exist?" Harry said, astounded.

"Yes, they existed. You happen to be their many-greats grandson. The Potters came from the Perevells after all. I should know, I am Death after all."

Harry's eyes widened. "You're Death?"

Death chuckled, "Indeed I am. Contrary to popular belief, I have no resemblance to the muggle interpretation of death, the Grim Reaper. And I am quite merciful to those who do what is right and good. You, Harry, have a heart of gold. And Sirius... he deserves a lengthened time on earth after spending all those years in Azkaban. I really have to do something about those Dementors."

Sirius grinned, "I guess the world hasn't seen the last of Padfoot! Molly Weasley hasn't escaped my pranks quite yet!"

Harry laughed, "I'm sure Professor Snape will be delighted to see tou again."

Death chuckled and opened the Veil, "I think it's best you grace them with your faces before they have an anurism."

With that, Harry and Sirius leapt back through the Veil.

Back in the Department of Mysteries, time seemed to have stopped. The Order gaped at the Veil, which Harry dissappeared into seconds ago. He was dead. They couldn't belive this is how it ended for the Boy-Who-Lived.

Bellatrix Lestrange was also shocked, but was quickly knocked out of her stupor when Voldemort appeared.

"Where is the Potter boy?" He hissed looking at the seemingly frozen Order, in which Harry was not present.

Bellatrix stuttered, "H-he jumped t-through the Veil, m-my lord."

Voldemort's cackles echoed through the room, bringing everyone back to the present. They had a fight to win. For the Wizarding World. For the Order of the Pheonix. For Harry.

The first spell, cast by Bellatrix, went whizzing by Ron, nearly taking his head off. That's how the second part of the dreadful battle begun.

Dumbledore and Voldemort began to duel.

Harry and Sirius stumbled through the Veil, taking a first breath they didn't know they had to take. I suppose we were dead. I feel bad for babies now.

They were met by shocked faces. They had thought they had died, but now both godfather and godson had returned, with a determination stronger than before. They must defeat Voldemort.

"Expelliarmus!"

I suppose that was rather short, but it was just an idea that popped into my head after I cried about Sirius dying for the 100th time. No beta, we die like people without Horcruxes.