Yer a tot harry!

Ch.2 The Veil

Harry stumbled through the Veil, his limbs shaking and his mind reeling at whatever had happened to him. He knew he was alive, but everything felt different now. He was alone, in a strange new world he didn't understand.  
He looked around, but everything seemed off. The air was heavier, and nothing was how it should be. He couldn't even tell where the hell he even was.  
"Bloody hell. Where am I?" He thought to himself, his eyes scanning his new surroundings. Everything here just felt…
"Strange." He murmured to himself, trying to shake the feeling he had in his bones. Whatever had happened to him had sent him someplace completely different. He had no idea how he got there, or even where he was.
He looked around at the surroundings, taking in the strange new place. The air felt heavy with an unearthly weight, like he was somewhere he wasn't meant to be. He took a few steps forward, stumbling a little. The ground felt different, almost like it wasn't quite solid.
He looked down at his hands, and his eyes widened in surprise. They were shaking slightly, and a strange glow seemed to radiate from his fingertips. He quickly lifted them to his face, inspecting them more closely.
The glow was faint, and seemed to flutter around on his skin like a living thing. He tried to touch it, but it vanished as soon as his fingertips touched his skin. He furrowed his brow, trying to make sense of what was happening to him.
He took a step forward again, steadying himself against a nearby wall. The wall felt cold, and he could feel the same unearthly weight in the air around him. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing mind. He had no idea what was going on, and he wasn't sure he wanted to.
"Hello?" He called out, his voice echoing through the strange space. "Is anyone there?" He waited, his heart pounding in his chest. The silence that followed was deafening. He was alone, completely alone.
He looked around again, feeling a wave of panic wash over him. He was alone in a strange place, with no idea how he had gotten there. He was starting to get scared now, and he wasn't sure what to do.
He walked forward, stumbling a bit as he did. The ground beneath him felt unsteady, like he was on a boat in rough waters, and he had to keep himself balanced on his feet. The strange glow from his hands flickered in and out, and he tried to focus on it, to understand what was happening to him.
He took another breath and tried to steady himself. He had to stay calm, he couldn't panic now. He had no idea where he was or how he had gotten there, but he had to stay calm and figure it out. He took another step, and his foot collided with something hard.
He looked down and saw a stone slab on the ground, its surface smooth and free of any carvings or markings. He knelt down, running his hands over the stone. It felt cold underneath his palms, and he could feel the same unearthly weight of the air around it.
He sat back on his heels, leaning his head against the stone. It was a strange comfort, feeling the coldness of the stone against his skin. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He tried to focus on steadying his breathing, to calm his pounding heart.
He opened his eyes slowly, and his gaze fell on his hands again. The glow was still there, though faint and flickering, and he could feel a strange energy in his fingertips. He looked at the stone again, and a sudden thought occurred to him.
He placed his hands on the stone, feeling the coldness of it beneath his palms. The glow from his hands grew a little brighter, and he could feel a heat starting to build within him. He closed his eyes, focusing all his attention on the stone.
He wasn't sure what he was doing, but something within him was telling him to keep going. He kept his hands firmly on the stone, and the heat within him was building. It was like a fire was starting in his chest, burning hotter and hotter the more he focused on the stone.He kept his eyes closed, concentrating all his focus on the stone. He could feel the heat within him growing hotter and hotter, like a furnace trying to burst free. But he held it in, focusing it all on the stone.
The light from his hands was now a steady flame, bathing the stone in a warm glow. He could feel the stone heating up under his touch, and the strange feeling in his fingertips had grown stronger.
He kept his eyes closed, concentrating all his focus on the stone. He could feel the heat within him growing hotter and hotter, like a furnace trying to burst free. But he held it in, focusing it all on the stone.The heat was now almost unbearable, but he kept his hands on the stone, refusing to let go. The stone was now warm beneath his hands, and he could feel a strange energy pulsing through him.
He gritted his teeth, the effort almost too much to bear. His hands were shaking now, but he kept them firmly on the stone, refusing to let go until whatever was happening, stopped.
The heat within him was now a fire, burning hotter and hotter with each second. The stone was now almost hot to the touch, and he could feel it starting to tremble underneath his palms.
He kept his eyes closed, his focus unwavering. The energy coursing through him was now almost too much to bear, and he could feel the stone beginning to crack under the heat.
The heat within him was now an inferno, and the stone beneath his hands was trembling violently. The glow from his hands was now blinding, and the energy coursing through him was almost painful.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself against the pain, and focused all his energy on the stone. He could feel the stone starting to crack and buckle under the heat, and he knew he was almost there.
The heat from the stone was now almost unbearable, and the stone was shaking violently, but he kept his hands planted firmly on it. The energy within him was now at its peak, and he knew he was close.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself one last time, and gave one final push. The heat within him exploded, and the stone beneath his hands burst with a blinding light.

He fell back, the force of the explosion knocking him off balance. He looked up, his eyes wide in disbelief at what he had done. The stone was no longer there, but in its place was a shimmering blue vortex, swirling and pulsing with energy.
He sat up, his eyes fixed on the vortex. It was beautiful, its shimmering colours almost hypnotizing. He could feel a strange energy coming from it, as if it was calling to him.
He got to his feet, stepping closer to the vortex. The energy was stronger now, and he could feel it pulling at him, like a magnet.
He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and reached out a trembling hand towards the vortex.
As soon as his fingers met the swirling blue energy, he felt a strange sensation wash over him. His eyes widened as he suddenly felt like he was being pulled in, like he was being sucked towards the vortex.
He tried to pull his hand away, but it was like he was glued to the swirling vortex. He opened his mouth to cry out, but a strange silence filled his mind, cutting off his voice.
The vortex seemed to be drawing him in, pulling him closer and closer to its centre. He tried to fight it, but it was useless - it was like he was nothing more than a leaf in a hurricane.
Than it went dark...