Disclaimer: If you recognise it, it's JK's. If you don't, it's mine. This story is mostly mine...
Hey all, welcome to the third and final installment in the Kelria/Khyana trilogy! This story will follow Khyana in the years following Kelria's death...etc. I know, the ending of the last one was sad, I cried writing it, my sister cried reading it...and Kelria's sister cried too haha. Kel was expecting it, so I don't know that she'll cry. Oh yeah, if you haven't read The Seventh Year and Kelria's Story you might want to do that before reading this one or you might be confused...
Prologue: What I've Lost
If you had known me when I was a young child, you would never believe that I was the same person. I suppose we're all changed by circumstances in our lives, and in my life, circumstance has certainly not been kind to me. I will not go into details here, but since the Christmas that I was seventeen, my life has changed drastically. If you spoke to someone who knew me when I was younger than that, they would tell you that I was a proper pureblood girl, Sorted into Slytherin, a little headstrong and stubborn, but a good girl. I hated that. A good girl. Was that all I would ever be? If you'd known me then, you would have said yes. But now…now, I don't know what you would say.
I digress. This story is not about a good girl. It is not even about a girl. It is about a young woman…one who grew old long before her time. I was old before I was twenty-one. And all I have are my memories, which will haunt me forever more. Could I have done more? Would I still have my Sara? My Kel? My Sirius? Oh, my Sirius, my love.
The twins are crying. I suppose I should go get them. I don't really want to move; I haven't had much desire to do anything since my husband died. Oh, my Alex…fate has surely frowned upon me; my love is gone and my husband is dead.
But perhaps you do not want to know about how sad I am…not yet. It will come with the rest of the story; because it is the story…this story is about my pain. And I pass it onto you, so that when I am gone, my life will not have been in vain, all my fighting, all my efforts…Voldemort is gone now, but he may come back…and Harry is gone. I asked for Harry, begged for the child, but Dumbledore said no.
The story. My name is Sara Khyana Alayan Malfoy-Renaud, and this…this is my story.