He stood with bowed head before the arch, silently observing the ragged edges billowing in an uncanny breeze. Sibilant whispers brushed against his ears, beckoning him forward. He listened, but did not yet heed their call. Joining in chorus, the voices grew louder, almost distinct, and ruffled through his tousled hair. Closing his eyes he focussed on the sounds, willing them to form familiar tones and words.

"Harry."

His eyes snapped open, in that instant seeing beyond the death before him.

Three steps carried him beyond the veil.