Beginning a path

"Come on! You can do better than that!"

A flash of red light burned into his vision.

"SIRIUS!"

The mad cackling of a women with wild black hair.

A majestic stone archway. A long tattered cloth fluttering in an unseen wind. The gaunt face of a man with long black hair and trim beard, his face frozen in mild surprise as he was thrown back towards the strange Veil.

The pounding of a pair of feet rang in his ears, he could feel his heart hammering wildly inside his chest. His blood was rushing through his body with a burning sensation, his lungs gulping in deep and quick bursts of air as his body hurtled forwards, fuelled by a blooming feeling of desperation.

"HARRY!"

He saw the silhouette of a man to his side, the arms reaching out towards him. To stop him. No. No he would not be stopped. Nimbly dodging to the side, he charged forwards. His arm reached out towards the falling man in an attempt to catch him. He was nearly there, barely a foot away before it happened.

He tripped.

...On a flat stone floor, he somehow tripped. Rage and shame built up underneath his wild desperation as he collapsed. Helplessly, he watched the image of the last person he could call family fell through the Veil.

The thick ratty cloth fluttered as the form of Sirius Black, the Dark Lords right hand man, wanted mass murderer and head of one of the darkest houses in Magical Britain, disappeared with nary a sound.

Gone.

The young man on the floor stared with horror, and building grief . His emerald eyes shining behind his squinted glasses, half hidden behind his long, messy black hair. His pale hands clenched tightly and began to shake as his form began to tremble, his knuckles whitening and throat pulsing as he tried to repress his emotions, swallowing with a dry mouth.

He had failed to save him. His godfather, the falsely accused Death Eater, framed for the betrayal and murder of his parents. The man who had endured 12 long and torturous years in Azkaban prison before escaping. Escaping to protect his precious godson. On the run, barely surviving and scavenging on trash just to see him safe and happy.

All that sacrifice for him, and he couldn't even stop him from falling through a god-damn curtain!

He slowly stood. Ignoring the aches that raced through his battered body, his hand gripped onto his Holly and Phoenix feather wand tightly. There was a thumping inside his ears, blocking out all other sounds. His breathing was harsh and hard, inhaling sharply through his nose as his eyes burned with tears that he would not let fall.

The grief was fresh, but all he could feel was an intense burning building in his chest and rushing through his body, replacing his blood with fire. He felt his magic begin to writhe and twist inside him as his mind began to process. Sirius was gone, he couldn't be helped now.

He twisted his body round sharply, his narrowed eyes locking onto a set of dark purple orbs, framed in a gaunt face pulled taut with a manic grin and messy tangled locks. He didn't need his hearing right now, no. He could feel the shrieking laughter emanating from her wretched form.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

With a snarl, the boy slashed his wand downwards, a massive pulse of red energy exploded outwards and slammed into the form of his godfathers killer and threw her backwards, her cackling visage twisted into a howl of surprise as her body spun round like a top before she crumpled unceremoniously onto the floor.

He may not be able to save his godfather, but by merlin he could avenge him.

Striding forwards, the teen began to fling forward a barrage of spells that came to him naturally from all his duelling practice with the DA. Stunners, bone-breakers and a variety of hexes and jinxes. The dark witch was quick to leap onto her feet, another wicked smile tearing across her face as she began to deflect his spells with surprising grace from one who had recently escaped prison.

He could hear more shouts coming from around him, but he ignored them all as he focused intently on the wretch in front of him. There was a red mist settling over his gaze as his spells came out more violently. At the back of his mind, he knew this was the worst state to be in when engaging in a duel, especially with one who was feared as the darkest witch of her generation. But he didn't care, all that mattered was that this...this..bitch! Would. Fall. To. Him!

The grin on on her face had fallen into a scowl by now, she appeared to be sweating a little from the constant shielding, it seemed to be taking it's toll on her. She responded by sharply twisting her wand between his spellfire, sending forth a torrent of purple flames that he dodged by jumping backwards. As he brought his wand back to bare, his eyes widened at multiple flares of magic that shrieked towards him.

Frantically ducking and dodging, he cursed himself as his mind raced for a defence he could bring to bare, but the constant spellfire from Bellatrix was insanely fast! He could barely keep up dodging as the crazy witch bombarded him as he deflected what he could. He gasped as a yellow coloured spell flew by his face, barely scorching his skin and momentarily blinding him.

Panicked by the yellow afterglow his vision had become, he stabbed his wand forwards.

"Protego!" He screamed, a blue tinged fabric of magic hummed into existence, the loud clangs telling him he'd successfully deflected the follow up spells. Grinning, he moved his hand away from his face as his eyesight re-adjusted.

"FUCK!"

...Only to let out a roar of pain as a red spell sliced through his left hand, separating the smallest digit clean off. Distracted from the sudden loss, of his shield as well as his finger. He was defenceless as another spell crashed into his side, blasting him backwards. His back smacked harshly against the top of the stone arch, a gasp tore from his chest at the impact, before gravity took over and he fell with an almighty thump onto the floor bellow. His vision flared white and he bit his tongue so hard he was surprised he didn't lose it as well.

Gasping, he spat out the mouthful of blood to the side as he rolled onto his back, before hissing and grasping the bloodied stump on his hand to quell the blood that was leaking out. If it didn't hurt so bad he'd have been grateful it wasn't the whole hand that was missing. As it was, he was cursing up a storm as he struggled to get to his knees.

"Harry!" A voice shouted. Turning, he had time to view Remus looking towards him, panic on his face. He made an attempt to move for him only to be intercepted by another death eater who began to throw multiple spells at him, distracting him.

"Aww itty bitty baby got a boo boo! Want mama Bella to kiss it better?" Came the sadistic croon of his opponent.

Turning to the voice, he could only let out a scream as a red beam of magic crashed into his body. His back arched and he began thrashing wildly as the utter pain of a million tiny white knives pierced his being, setting his nerves alight with fire.

The spell let up and he lay flat on his back, his whole body violently twitching in the aftermath of what could only be the cruciatus curse. Bellatrix might not have been as magically strong as her master, but the cruciatus didn't need more power to be effective. All it needed was hate, and a need to see another suffer. And that was practically all this women wanted. Heck that was probably what she would see if she ever stared into the mirror of erised from his first year.

"Aww does baby not want his medicine? But however else shall he get better?" She sung gleefully, ascending the small stone steps towards his body. Unaware of the grip he now had on his wand.

Pulling on the last of his energy, he rolled over and aimed his wand at the surprised witch, and with a roar cast the first spell to pop into his head.

"REDUCTO"

A red bolt of magic the size of a bowling ball shot out of his wand, only to clang off a sudden bronze coloured shield that appeared before Bellatrix at the last second. He could only watch in frustration and a small amount of panic, that had been his last shot at getting out of this. He was utterly drained.

With a vicious scowl on her face, Bellatrix gave him a sharp kick in the ribs, causing him to wheeze out in pain. "Clearly not had enough medicine yet have you boy? Well don't worry, mama Bella's got a whole lot more for you!" With that, she fired another cruciatus into his body, cackling gleefully as he writhed and screamed beneath her.

It was the worst kind of pain you could ever experience, some people say that back in the war some Aurors had learned how to momentarily shrug off this particular curse, but what could a 15 year old do? As he thrashed and twitched, his eyes fell upon the Veil ahead of him, desperately wishing he could just throw himself in after his godfather, to escape the unending pain of the curse, of being the target of the worst Dark Lord in history. He just wanted it all to end...

...wait, why was there a hazy grey static floating there?

As he watched, he noticed that the Veil seemed to be...switching, ever so slightly. The ragged heavy cloth switching to a greyish...tear? between the stone arch and back again. Was he finally loosing his mind? Was he seeing things that weren't there? Was he becoming...like Neville's parents?

He felt the curse lift off him, and could hear Bellatrix mocking him, but it was if she was speaking from a massive distance, her voice echoing and muted through his, by the feeling, bleeding ears. He kept his gaze upon the flickering phenomenon, mesmerised. What did it mean? What sort of magic was this?

He was pulled from his musing by the feeling of coldness on his chest, looking down he noticed Bellatrix had sliced open the front of his robes, exposing his pale chest. His confusion lasted for but a moment before more burning white pain burned into his skin, only this time it was accompanied by the smell of burning flesh.

Had his throat not already been raw from doing so, he would have screamed. However, he could only settle on a hiss of agony as he watched the pale skin of his chest redden and blister, before blackening in some places. Was she...was she branding something onto his SKIN!? He was going to murder this bitch!

Roughly he was yanked into the air by unseen hands, Bellatrix standing in front of him, her wand held aloft as her maniacal grin simmered down into a surprisingly gentle smile, she stalked towards his suspended form as he watched through tired eyes and leaned her head next to his ear, her warm breath tickling the side of his neck and she spoke softly and clearly into his ear.

"For the Dark Lord..."

With a sudden force against his chest, he was sent sailing backwards. He could almost see in the background as everyone turned to face them, the looks of the people he knew morphing into looks of horror. His eyes found those of Remus Lupin, the man's eyes were wild and desperate. The same eyes Sirius must have seen from him not five minutes ago when he passed...through...the...

'Well shit'

With those thoughts, his body passed through the archway and through the veil of death.

Harry Potter felt his world end, his head burst open and something was burning through his chest for release. He screamed as his mind, body and soul became aflame with pure white agony. As his vision blackened he had an unusual final thought before he gave into the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

'Why didn't I see the curtain?'

A/N- Well...it's been quite a while eh? Just over 7 years I think, well ain't that a mindfuck?

I fell back onto the lurker scene after I lost all motivation to write anymore fanfiction, my muse left me for a cider farmer and my time to even sit down and attempt to hash out anymore stories to this bitch called 'life'. Don't like her, she made me take 'responsibility' instead of just goofing around and doing what I want.

So yea, let's call this an experiment. See if I can get back into this whole writing thing.

As you can tell this is a Harry Potter/Boishock Infinite crossover. I was very late to that bandwagon but absolutely loved the game, had a look into bioshock fanfiction then eventually towards crossover fanfiction, which there ain't all that much of unfortunately. Hence the old saying of "write your own" came to mind and I sat my arse down and hashed out a rough draft. Heck I even wrote out possible plot ideas and crossover changes I could do...

...with a paper and pen. Yea that's how much my brain started buzzing on it. So much potential for this crossover I thought, lets see if anyone else agrees.

Updates will be wonky, whenever I can etc etc so yea...drop me a review and lets see what becomes of this spark of muse!