Tell Me How It Ends

By: SongxOfxGlory

Prologue: A Murder in Hogsmeade Station

The wizarding community of Hogsmeade was deserted as all of its residents hid in their homes. Earlier that day, the town was thriving with wizards and witches, visiting one another, going to The Three Broomsticks for a nice drink and chat with friends and family, and the children from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were enjoying a nice day out from school and time away from their studies, visiting Zonko's and Honeydukes. All was pleasant in this little enchanted town, unknown to the muggle eye. But as dusk began to creep up on Hogsmeade, the children scurried back to Hogwarts, the residents rushed home and locked all doors and windows, and business owners began to close up their establishments. Once the streets of Hogsmeade were abandoned by its residents, a faint popping sound came from outside of Honeydukes. A short woman of a height of 5'4, with long, straight, black hair with russet streaks all over, hazel eyes, pale skin, but attractive all the same, with a sensual physique, appeared in the deserted streets. She was wearing a long, burgundy cloak, with its hood hiding her beautiful facial appearance and hair. Her maiden name was that of the purest wizarding families in Britain but dishonored it by marrying a muggle-born wizard. Elizabeth Travers was now her name and as she walked down the streets of Hogsmeade, heading towards Hogsmeade Station, she held a one year old girl with wavy brown hair, golden-brown skin, and beautiful hazel eyes which were now closed due to that fact that she was fast asleep, bundled up in dark blue coverlets. As she reached the train station, she took out a long ebony wand out of the insides of her robe and conjured up a vast wicker basket that would be comfortable enough for a one year old and she laid the beautiful baby girl inside. Once the baby girl was inside the basket, Elizabeth, or Ellie as she was known by her most intimate friends, kneeled down next to the basket and ran a finger down the baby's soft cheek. As tears began to make their way down Ellie's cheeks, she got closer to the baby and whispered in her ear, "Remember I will always be with you. Don't ever forget that. Mummy will always love you my darling. Just know this, you're not at fault. Never let others blame you. This was beyond your control." And with that final word, she kissed her daughter softly on the forehead and stood up. She grabbed an empty butterbeer bottle from the inside of her robes, drank the dregs, and murmured a few choice words and laid it inside the basket next to her daughter's tiny hand so that it could be touched with any slight movement from the baby girl. As she straightened up, she felt rather than heard, a tall figure walking up to her from behind. She knew who it was, and she knew why he was there. She turned around to face him, very assertive, and knew that it irritated the man in front of her that she faced him so confidently.

"Saying your goodbyes I hope." Said a cold voice from under the hood of the figure in front of her.

"No my Lord. I never say goodbye, because in my book, goodbyes are forever." Said Ellie.

"Oh, but it will be forever. You will never see that brat again. Now, hand her over." The man said with a sinister smile creeping into his face.

"No. You will not a lay a finger on her. She won't be of any assistance to you. She possesses no great abilities like my relatives led you to believe." Ellie said, hoping that with those words, the man would leave her and her daughter alone, but once she saw the man's smile fall, she knew it was no good.

"Oh, she doesn't, now. Why lie my sweet Elizabeth? We both know that she does. In fact, we both know that your dear grandmother was the one that passed down those 'great abilities' you've been trying to hide from everyone. Hand her over." The man said calmly but pointing his wand at Ellie.

"No. You can do what you want with me. But you WILL NOT take my daughter from me." Ellie said very firmly.

"But I wouldn't want to hurt you, sweet Elizabeth. There's no point in angering your family now, is there? They would be very angry if I touched a hair on your body. But her," The man said nodding towards the basket, knowing the baby girl was right behind Ellie's body as she stood over the basket, "they won't care about her, will they? Her blood's been stained by a muggle! They have no need for her, but I do! HAND HER OVER!"

"There's a muggle saying my Lord, and it goes, OVER MY DEAD BODY!" Screamed Elizabeth as she quickly turned her back and cast a shield charm over her daughter, knowing it wouldn't do any good against the killing curse but it would protect her from any other spell or curse heading her way.

Once she turned around to face the evil she turned her back to, the man grabbed Ellie by the throat and thrust her into the wall.

"How dare you defy my wishes? Do you want to die Elizabeth? Tell me, do you! Do you want to die in front of your daughter's eyes? Do you want her to hear you scream and beg for mercy? DO YOU!" The man said to Ellie as she struggled for air.

"You're… wrong…" gasped Ellie, "She's asleep… so she really wouldn't watch me die… now, would she?"
The man let go of Elizabeth but threw her against the opposite wall with a flick of his wand. He headed straight for the basket but as he was about to reach for it's handle, Ellie cried out, "Expelliarmus!"

But it was no good. The man had deflected the spell by throwing the torture curse towards Ellie and smiled at her piercing screams.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Elizabeth, when are you going to realize that I am way stronger than you presume?"

He walked towards Elizabeth's crumpled body on the ground. Laid a hand on her cheek and then grabbed her by the throat once again and stood her up.

"Now Elizabeth, I see you want to fight me for the brat. Well then, we shall duel." The man walked about 5 feet away from Elizabeth and shouted, "Crucio!"

Elizabeth let out a piercing scream once again that was heard all over Hogsmeade by its residents hiding from the battle outside.

As the man lifted the curse, Ellie tried to get up and face the man that had been trying to kidnap her daughter for the past year. But as she tried to get her shaking legs to support her weight, she fell back down.

"Elizabeth! I've never known you to show such weakness. What is this? Do you give up? Will you hand her over now? Is she really worth all the trouble my dear?" The man said as he stooped low enough so that his red eyes met with Ellie's hazel ones.

"She's—worth—everything," gasped Ellie,"I won't rest until I know you're far away from her!" And with that, she spat in the man's face.

As the man shot straight up, he wiped Ellie's spit with a handful of his robes.

"Now that wasn't smart, was it?" The man said calmly, "Crucio!" Ellie screamed once again as tears began to make their way down her cheek along with a few drops of blood from her nose.

"Elizabeth, I'm getting quite tired of this charade. You won't hand her over? Then don't." The man said as he grabbed Ellie by the wrist, pulling her up and leaning her against the wall and walked towards the basket once more.

Once he was a couple of feet from the basket, he quickly turned back around, surprising Ellie, and shouted the two words no one wants to hear when in battle with a wizard or witch.

"Avada Kedavra!" A rush of bright green light shot out from the tip of his wand and the man smiled as he saw the curse hit Ellie's body right in the chest.

As the green light consumed her body, Ellie slid down the wall with her eyes wide open, staring blankly at the man she grow up to know as Lord Voldemort. The Dark Lord her family has supported from the very beginning of the war.

As she died, the baby girl in the basket cried out, as if she knew what had just happened to her mother. Opening her eyes, searching for a familiar face, tears running down her cheeks, Lord Voldemort walked right up to the basket, crouched down, and looked into those beautiful hazel eyes that just minutes ago, stared at him from the woman he just murdered. The baby girl continued crying and turned her eyes towards the man and said "Mummy?"

"I'm afraid your mother's asleep, girl." The Dark Lord said.

And as if she understood his meaning of the word "asleep", the girl cried even harder and grabbed a handful of the coverlets that were wrapped around her. But along with the coverlets, she also grabbed the bottle that lay beside her without knowing it and she disappeared along with the basket.

"What the..." The man managed to sputter as the girl vanished right in front of his very eyes. "A portkey! ELIZABETH!" He screamed and rushed to the woman's limp body and gave it a kick and then he vanished himself.

Miles away, in another wizarding village, an old man by the name of Albus Dumbledore was sitting on a bench, next to a statue of Helga Hufflepuff, in a small grass clearing. Sitting beside him, a man around the age of 20 years old, with chocolate brown skin, short brown messy hair, and dark brown eyes, stared at the grass in front of him, not believing a word the older man had just said to him.

"She deserved your forgiveness Robert," Albus said as his eyes traced over the young man's handsome face. "We have all done foolish things. She was just being used and she refused to see that. She loved to see the good in people. You know that. But don't beat yourself over it. I'm sure she knows…" The old man suddenly stopped talking as a large wicker basket fit for a toddler appeared in front of them.

The baby girl inside had a surprised look on her face and once she saw the young man's face she cried, "Dada!" As she held out her arms for her father, the young man named Robert took her into his arms.

"She's your responsibility now, Robert. She always has been. She needs you now more than ever." Albus said as he watched the young man give his daughter a kiss on the forehead.

Albus Dumbledore walked up to the pair, ran a hand through the baby girl's hair and said, "You'll go through some hard times, sweet Analia. Hopefully this won't be the last I see of you." And with that, he disappeared.