Disclaimer : No, I do not own Harry Potter. This is just a fanfiction.

A/N I know I should be working on my other stories but I couldn't resist writing this one.

Warning- Contains slash (boyxboy). It also contains incest and narcissism (well, depends on how you see it.)

Thanks : I would like to thank my beta-kawaii kitsune for correcting the mistakes in this chapter.

Prologue

The winds were silent tonight. Only wisps of a small breeze floated through the trees, whispering words that no man could possibly comprehend. The full moon shone proudly in the sky, lighting the world that its warmer counterpart had abandoned for the night. The clouds it seemed had also disappeared, leaving the stars to dance and smile down at the world below.

A single figure stood under the moon's soft glow, surrounded by a cluster of trees that created a circle around him. He was cloaked entirely in the darkest of shades, the same colour of the night sky which stretched out above him. The air around him practically sizzled with magic. It was as dark as it was powerful.

There was a touch of confidence and pride in his stance, secure was he in his knowledge of his own abilities. It was not arrogance that made it so. No, it was years of never-ending fighting that had sculpted him into what he was today. He had lived through many challenges, seen many things and fought endless battles but in the end he knew, he had been victorious. He had done what no other living soul could—he had destroyed the dark lord.

But his victory had come with a heavy price; he had lost the ones he had wanted the most to save. His godfather, his mentor and even his best friends… they had all lost their lives in the war. He had given up so much for the war, his parents, his childhood and even his dreams of a peaceful life with the people he cherished. They were all gone now; there was nothing left to live for. With their last breaths they had made him promise that he would live and find the happiness they had fought for.

No one could say that he didn't try. He lived for many years in search of happiness but without the ones he loved the most, his efforts proved futile. There was nothing left in this world that could bring him the warmth he so craved for.

And so it was time. It was time to take a risk, to find a way to fill the emptiness that had haunted him for so long. It was time to leave this world behind.

The figure held a small ceremonial dagger in his hand, crafted, he knew, by Salazar Slytherin himself. There were small inscriptions on the edge of the dagger, carved in the language that only a Parseltongue could read.

He then began chanting under his breath. It was an ancient spell that had been long forgotten since the time of the founders. He had come across it by accident during his travels in ancient Egypt. The spell had been written in hieroglyphics but with a little help from an old Egyptian wizard, he had translated it and written it down in Parseltongue.

With slow and deliberate movements, he slashed his right palm and waited until three drops of blood fell to the ground. With a final look at the world he would be leaving behind, he closed his eyes and let the dark portal that appeared under his feet swallow him whole.

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It was a calm morning. Dewdrops powdered the flowers and leaves all around him, creating diamond-like patterns under the morning sun. A lean figure stood silently under a large oak tree that provided shelter for the two joint gravestones built under it.

The names, 'Ron and Hermione Weasley' were carved into the cold and solemn stones.

Small teardrops rolled down the cheeks of the silent figure that had been standing there ever since the sun had risen that morning. That had been four hours ago and the figure had yet to move away from the gravestones. In his hands he carried a small bouquet of white roses. There were six stalks wrapped in a page of an old newspaper. Three for Hermione and three for Ron.

He had been here every year, ever since their untimely deaths. That had been five years ago, but the memory of their laughter and smiles had never wavered from his memory. He would have gone to visit them as often as possible but he had found that he did not like reminding himself of their deaths. Their gravestones were like a final reminder of why he would never get to see them again.

But today was different. Today was special—it had been the day they had gotten married. He still recalled their smiles the day they had pledged their vows to one another. There had been love and happiness dancing in their eyes as they stared at one another and said 'I do'. He had been the best man of course; both of them had threatened to feed him with Hagrid's rock cakes for the rest of his life if he didn't agree.

They had died in battle a few months after their wedding during a raid in Diagon Alley. They had died together, side by side after taking down over thirty death eaters. They had died as heroes and their sacrifice had led to Voldemort's destruction.

Harry's anger had fueled his power enough to blast the dark lord into oblivion after witnessing their deaths. The death eaters had fallen the minute Voldemort was destroyed and the war finally ended, leaving the Light victorious.

That had been five years ago, and to this day he had tried his best to live as they would have wanted him to. He had tried finding happiness but grief had taken over too much of his heart. He had done his best to cope with it but after five years he realized not even time could wash away his pain.

"I came to say goodbye. My final goodbye," he said with a sad smile as he looked longingly at the two gravestones.

Taking out his wand, he started drawing runes on the ground around him. The runes glowed a ghostly white but as soon as he bit his thumb and let three drops of blood fall to the ground, the runes grew brighter until they wrapped him in a ball of pure light. And with a small 'pop' the ball of light disappeared, taking him with it.

The only evidence to prove that he had been there was the small bouquet of white roses that remained where he had been standing only moments before.

A/N Well, so what do you think? This is only the prologue so it is a little short. review, please?