Italicized: Flashback

POV: Harry Potter | June 18th, 1996

Harry's foot made contact with something round and hard and he slipped - for a moment he thought he had dropped the prophecy, then saw Moody's magic eye spinning away across the floor. Its owner was lying on his side, bleeding from the head, and his attacker was now bearing down upon Harry and Neville: Dolohov, his long pale face twisted with glee. "Tarantallegra!" he shouted, his wand pointing at Neville, whose legs went immediately into a kind of frenzied tap dance, unbalancing him and causing him to fall to the floor again. "Now, Potter-"

He made the same slashing movement with his wand that he had used on Hermione just as Harry yelled, "Protego!" Harry felt something streak across his face like a blunt knife but the force of it knocked him sideways, and he fell over Neville's jerking legs, but the Shield Charm had stopped the worst of the spell.

Dolohov raised his wand again. "Accio Proph-".

Sirius hurtled out of nowhere, rammed Dolohov with his shoulder, and sent him flying out of the way. The prophecy had again flown to the tips of Harry's fingers but he had managed to cling to it. Now Sirius and Dolohov were dueling, their wands flashing like swords, sparks flying from their wand tips - Dolohov drew back his wand to make the same slashing movement he had used on Harry and Hermione. Springing up, Harry yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!" Once again, Dolohov's arms and legs snapped together and he keeled over backward, landing with a crash on his back.

"Nice one!" shouted Sirius, forcing Harry's head down as a pair of Stunning Spells flew toward them. "Now I want you to get out of -" They both ducked again. A jet of green light had narrowly missed Sirius; across the room Harry saw Tonks fall from halfway up the stone steps, her limp form toppling from stone seat to stone seat, and Bellatrix, triumphant, running back toward the fray. "Harry, take the prophecy, grab Neville, and run!" Sirius yelled, dashing to meet Bellatrix.

Harry did not see what happened next: Kingsley swayed across his field of vision, battling with the pockmarked Rookwood, now mask-less; another jet of green light flew over Harry's head as he launched himself toward Neville - "Can you stand?" he bellowed in Neville's ear, as Neville's legs jerked and twitched uncontrollably. "Put your arm round my neck -" Neville did so - Harry heaved - Neville's legs were still flying in every direction, they would not support him and then, out of nowhere, a man lunged at them. Both fell backward, Neville's legs waving wildly like an overturned beetle's, Harry with his left arm held up in the air to try and save the small glass ball from being smashed.

"The prophecy, give me the prophecy, Potter!" snarled Lucius Malfoy's voice in his ear, and Harry felt the tip of Malfoy's wand pressing hard between his ribs.

"No - get - off - me...Neville - catch it!" Harry flung the prophecy across the floor, Neville spun himself around on his back and scooped the ball to his chest. Malfoy pointed the wand instead at Neville, but Harry jabbed his own wand back over his shoulder and yelled, "Impedimenta!" Malfoy was blasted off his back. As Harry scrambled up again he looked around and saw Malfoy smash into the dais on which Sirius and Bellatrix were now dueling. Malfoy aimed his wand at Harry and Neville again, but before he could draw breath to strike, Lupin had jumped between them.

"Harry, round up the others and GO!" Harry seized Neville by the shoulder of his robes and lifted him bodily onto the first tier of stone steps. Neville's legs twitched and jerked and would not support his weight. Harry heaved again with all the strength he possessed and they climbed another step - A spell hit the stone bench at Harry's heel. It crumbled away and he fell back to the step below: Neville sank to the ground, his legs still jerking and thrashing, and thrust the prophecy into his pocket.

"Come on!" said Harry desperately, hauling at Neville's robes. "Just try and push with your legs-" He gave another stupendous heave and Neville's robes tore all along the left seam - the small spun-glass ball dropped from his pocket and before either of them could catch it, one of Neville's floundering feet kicked it. It flew some ten feet to their right and smashed on the step beneath them. As both of them stared at the place where it had broken, appalled at what had happened, a pearly-white figure with hugely magnified eyes rose into the air, unnoticed by any but them. Harry could see its mouth moving, but in all the crashes and screams and yells surrounding them, not one word of the prophecy could he hear. The figure stopped speaking and dissolved into nothingness.

"Harry, I'b sorry!" cried Neville, his face anguished as his legs continued to flounder, "I'b so sorry, Harry, I didn'd bean do -"

"It doesn't matter!" Harry shouted. "Just try and stand, let's get out of -"

"Dubbledore!" said Neville, his sweaty face suddenly transported, staring over Harry's shoulder.

"What?"

"DUBBLEDORE!" Harry turned to look where Neville was staring. Directly above them, framed in the doorway from the Brain Room, stood Albus Dumbledore, his wand aloft, his face white and furious. Harry felt a kind of electric charge surge through every particle of his body - they were saved. Dumbledore sped down the steps past Neville and Harry, who had no more thought of leaving. Dumbledore was already at the foot of the steps when the Death Eaters nearest realized he was there. There were yells; one of the Death Eaters ran for it, scrabbling like a monkey up the stone steps opposite.

Dumbledore's spell pulled him back as easily and effortlessly as though he had hooked him with an invisible line - Only one couple were still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room. The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.

Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too. It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back into place.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing - Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second...But Sirius did not reappear. "SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!" He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again. Harry reached the veil, clutching his wand as he reached out, touching the silvery mist that hung there. His vision was blocked by the same grey mist as before. Though the unexpected occurred when a hand wrapped around his wrist. It pulled him through. A second hand grabbed Harry's ankle, pulling him back toward Dumbledore and the others.

"Harry! Hold on!" The voice of Lupin called out. Harry could see Sirius. He was falling further into the veil, still awake as his eyes fell on Harry, who could see what looked like a tear falls down the man's face. Harry yelled out for Sirius, screaming "Carpe Retractum!" The spell caught onto Sirius as the man suddenly lurched forward violently, only for several misty hands to wrap around Sirius, pulling him further back. Harry could feel similar hands wrap around his arms and neck, choking him as three more hands wrapped around his ankles and legs. "Don't leave us, Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed, casting his own spell on Harry as he too violently lurched back, someone grabbing onto his belt. Harry cast another powerful retracting charm on Sirius, who was now smiling forward at Harry, his face full of joy as he reached out to Harry.

"Carpe Retractum! Carpe Retractum! Carpe Retractum!" Harry shouted, casting the spell over and over to no avail. Sirius fell through the mist completely, disappearing from view as more arms and hands wrapped around Harry, pulling him in as well. The person holding his belt suddenly let go, causing him to fall in as several hands fell from his ankles until only his shoes were outside the veil. There were seven retracting spells on him, all trying to pull him back through the veil as he had tried with Sirius. And like his attempts before, the veil's grip was stronger, tugging him through completely as he free-fell into the abyss. Harry fell faster than Sirius, crashing through the thickened sheet of mist, dropping into the darkness as he fell through what felt like a second veil.

Slamming into the ground Harry realized he was...alive. He could feel the stone of the room he had stood on previously, and could hear screams next to him. Feeling a sense of anger fill him, Harry shot to his feet, casting the first spell he could think of at the closest person. A flash of red slammed into someone, a scream echoing through the cavern as they flew back and into the wall.

Harry fell back, watching the people around him. There were eight, one of which he had thrown back into the wall. The other seven watched him through hazmat suits and gas masks, all holding rifles that were pointed at his head. With a deep breath, Harry fell onto his back, not having the energy to cast another spell. Sirius was gone. He was alone...and surrounded. His eyes closed, unconsciousness spreading through him as the man in the front of the group spoke.

POV: Captain HUNK

"Derek. Cuff him. Martinez, grab that weapon of his. If this thing is as dangerous as they say, and he just popped out of it...well, I'm sure Doctor Spencer will want to study him,"

"You got it, sir," Derek and Martinez replied at once, moving forward while their guns remained trained on the kid. Derek removed a pair of cuffs from his pouch while Martinez carefully picked up the wooden stick lying at the kid's side.

"Hawk, check on Kirk," HUNK added.

Nighthawk spun around, clipping his assault rifle onto his back as he moved toward Kirkpatrick, who lay still against the stone wall. Kneeling down, Nighthawk knelt down, removing his left glove as he pressed his fingers against Kirkpatrick's exposed neck. Nothing. "No pulse, sir,"

HUNK cursed, rubbing the back of his neck below his helmet. "Dammit...kid's not one minute through this thing and he's already killed one of my men. Spencer better make sense of all this, or else he and I are going to have some words," A growl escaped his lips as he reached down for his radio. He would have to call it in. "Commander. The anomaly down in the cavern? You were right. An Einstein-Rosen bridge. A kid crossed through from the other side and killed Kirkpatrick with some sort of...telekinetic powers...with the use of a stick. He spoke the word 'Expelliarmus' with the wooden stick, a red flash moved through the cavern, and Kirkpatrick was across the room dead. The kid's passed out and we have him and his weapon restrained. What do you want us to do with him?"

"Telekinesis, eh? Bring him in. Doctor Spencer would like to see what makes this kid tick," The Commander replied. HUNK nodded, hooking his radio back to his belt before relaying the orders back to his men. They had work to do.