Summary: It seems like it has always been there, always haunting. An immortal item, with an immortal purpose. Death. The word has always made me shiver, but no matter what it can’t escape me, despite how hard I run away from it. Yet here I am, standing in front of the very thing that causes it, where everybody goes after their final breath.
What happens when Harry learns the truth about the mysterious veil?
This is witchdragon of Gryffindor originally submitted for the New Year's Challenge: The Deathly Hallows