Preface
Screaming Sirius name as he fought Bella on that damned platform that held the Veil, Harry started running in that direction when it looked like it was going badly. Dodging Remus when he tried to grab him, his eyes widened as Bella raised her wand and the end of it turned red. Not sure what the spell was, nor caring, Harry dashed up the stairs and knocked Sirius out of the way. Just as his godfather fell sideways away from the Veil and he raised his wand to conjure a shield, the spell hit him dead center in the chest. Feeling himself being thrown backwards, he let out a keening sound as it felt like his body was being ripped apart at the joints. That, however, took a backseat to the pain that rocked him when he flew into the stones that made up the archway that the Veil hung from. Head and shoulder smashing into them, the whole world seemed to dim and tilt sideways as he tumbled to the stone floor.
Eyes sliding shut, he whimpered, the only sound that he seemed to be able to make. He heard several people, including Sirius, scream his name. He wanted to call to them, but couldn't seem to move. Then an almost liquid fire, one that started at the base of his skull before spreading out to every nerve of his body, ignited. Vision going black at the edges, the world starting to dim more and the sounds becoming muted, Harry wished he could pass out so he didn't feel the pain. There was nothing in his life that had hurt this badly and he wanted it to stop. Twitching, eyes sliding shut as he felt like he was being roasted alive from the inside out, he was grateful for the blackness that finally came, making it to where he didn't feel anymore. No, he didn't like the panicked sounds as people called his name or the fear that seemed to be in their voices, but they didn't understand what he was feeling.
He would open his eyes soon, he promised them, but for now he needed to embrace the darkness. At least until the pain stopped.