Whatsername

Prologue

It was so long ago to him, too long ago. Voldemort had been on the ground, weak. He had only a seventh of soul left. That seventh was inside him.

They were in a very dark room and Harry had him pinned to the ground, unconscious. Voldemort's wand was in Harry's hand ready to kill its owner.

Harry glared at this creature in such a way that might have killed any man with a heart. Voldemort was neither human nor did he have a heart. Without useless monologue, Harry pointed Voldemort's own wand at the place where his heart should've been. The hatred he had for the creature was enough to kill a man, and when released from a wand, would certainly kill Voldemort. The loathing Harry had for it was unspeakable. So many people he cared about were dead, and he turned the love he had for them into love for the thought of killing Lord Voldemort, and Harry had a lot of love.

"Avada Kedav –" he said, but was stopped. A hand covered his mouth firmly and a pair of strong arms seized him. He struggled and writhed in the arms of this person until he was in pain but he was not released.

"Stupefy," said a deep voice calmly. Harry shut his eyes tight, expecting to be frozen in place, but then realized the spell was aimed at Voldemort. Harry was angry at the man who held him. It was his right, to kill Voldemort. He screamed and struggled harder against the arms, which carried him for a few minutes until he was put down on a soft surface, then a blindfold was put over his emerald green eyes, and tied him down in place so tightly that he could not move… like in the graveyard. There was a few seconds of utter silence before Harry felt a hand on his forehead and smelled a flowery scent. A finger traced his scar then the hand moved down to his cheek. He heard a soft female voice whispering in his ear.

"I'm sorry Harry," he felt the warmth of the body move away from him, and then come closer again.

"I love you." It was barely a whisper.

He felt lips upon his and a teardrop fall onto his face and knew who it was instantly. Then he felt the tip of a wand against his scar and heard a cry that sounded rather choked echo into the room.

"Obliviate!"

The pain started in his scar, then moved deeper until his whole brain was searing with unbearable pain. It seemed to last an hour, even though it only lasted a few seconds. Then he blacked out completely into a dreamless unconscious state.