Title: The Door Into Tomorrow
Category: Book Crossovers (Harry Potter/Incarnations of Immortality)
Rating: PG-13, for now.
Pairings: Not totally decided, yet… At the moment, the most likely is Harry/Sirius.
Summary: In the Department of Mysteries, a life was lost, but not the one you think… More lies behind the veil than Death…
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OotP
Warnings: Um… sort-of character death. Likely profanity, just because I'm me… and violence. Eventually. Oh, right! And probably some slash, too.
Distribution: Here (fanfictiondotnet), and eventually my personal website. -sweatdrops- If I ever actually starting updating that thing, that is…
Disclaimer: Harry Potter is the product of the mind of a woman named J. K. Rowling, and the Incarnations of Immortality of a man named Piers Anthony. All I did was imagine what the children would look like…
Author's Note: Before anyone starts bugging me about length, this is meant to be a prologue/teaser. I wouldn't even have posted it at all, since I'm not planning on writing the rest of it for a while, except Shino Ryu insisted.
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.
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 red 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 forever for Sirius to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards towards the ragged veil hanging from the arch...
Afterwards, none of them could quite say just how he'd done it, how Harry had managed to cross the entire room in the time it took Sirius to begin falling. All they knew was that he'd somehow done it, another impossible feat to add to his impressive list of such feats.
Sirius was stunned as he impacted the wall beside the arch, thrust there by the force of Harry's tackle. He sank to his knees, one hand holding his chest, as his godson reeled back from the impact.
The last thing the shocked wizard saw and heard, before his vision blurred and he blacked out, were the horrified cries of Neville Longbottom and Albus Dumbledore as the Boy-Who-Lived passed beyond the veil.
Everything in italics is quoted from Order of the Phoenix.
5 February 2005