03/08/2015

The end… of it all!

"HOW COULD YOU!" The young boy screemed tossing a large vase across the hall towards the old man. He felt betrayed and the anger was not something that could have been heald back. Albus Dumbldore though continued to use a soft tone with him, "Harry please…"

That was his name, Harry! A younge saviour, the marked one whoes destiny was too large for his small plate. It was also something that denied him of a childhood and also a normal life. Two things he truly wished he had – desperately! Today though, had anyone seen him the press would have had a field day. A stranger that is… those who knew the real deal would have said he tackled it with a great level of maturity. Especially after everything that had happened in the past few hours.

"You promised that nothing will happen to her." He wept now, the anger seemed to cool down or so the old man was hopeing only to have another large object thrown at him, "YOU SAID YOU HAD YOUR PEOPLE READY TO PROTECT HER!"

"Harry I had no idea of what she was up to… nobody did." This only seemed to agravate the boy further, "YOU HAD NO IDEA? SOMEBODY MUST BE HELPING HER! SOMEBODY MUST HAVE SPOKEN RIGHT? Y-YOUR PROTECTION SQUAD WHAT WERE THEY DOING? DID YOU SET A BUNCH OF IDOTS WHO KNEW NOTHING ABOUT USING A WAND? OR DID THOSE PROTECTION SQUAD PEOPLE ALBUS?"

Albus Dumbldore, an old man! A scheemer, a respected teacher and also the best possible headmaster along with being a great wizard, decided to drop the bomb, had Harry been ready or not! "My protecion squad Harry, consisted of Sirius, Remus, Dora, Alostor, Cedric, Blaise and also Cho Chang."

It felt as if somebody had taken the ground off his feet. Everything he had ended up building his anger suddenly felt void… those hours of silence made him brood, brood and brood but he never though of directly asking – tears flowed down his eyes, "It was always her strength to never jump to conclutions. Hermoine would have never jumped to such terrible conclutions she would have quistioned first! She always kept us in check but with out her for the past year – I am so sorry! I am so very sorry Albus…"

It was at that point the boy-who-lived, the saviour of the wizards broke down and began crying like the child he seemed to really be. "I was so afraid of loosing her… I never thought!"

"Harry, son I have seen wizards twice your age boil over at more trivvial things. You have the right to yell at me, I am the one who told her she could go. You warned us against it, you warned us several times but we were not willing to listen to you. You have every right to be angry son!" the old man wispered holding the boy across his shoulders as he wept, the comferting touch though turned to a hug as Harry wrapped his arms around his waist crying, the wooden chair he was seated on rocking due to the sudden jerk of movement. A white beard took in the tears of both the younge and the old… the younge crying for a friend and the old crying for a grand-daughter!

It was at the hospital that another man who shared the same set of feeling sat! Tears also flowing down his eyes as he heled the hands of a teenager, a brunet girl whoes body was attached to various magical mesurement machines. None reflecting hope!

That was the moment he felt the need to know! The need to know what had happened that night when he had dropped her with her father. The night, after years Meya Riddle had sudden come alive again. Araising from the darkness with her own intentions set deeply furhter in the dark.

A man dressed in black robes sat on that hard wooden stool of the hospital. He sat there holding a younge girls hand, tears flowing down his eyes. The memory of that dredded day flowing back to his mind…

The moon lit the beautyful pathway to the cold cementry, if anyone could ever say so. It was this path manny had ended up trodding and it was this path another man walked up on again this time. Once again in black robes and cloak, once again with the mask similar to a skull when he did appear though it was not a happy one, certainly not from the man who had looked similar to a snake… Over-grown!

"Aah Severnus, what made you finally come over!" the snake like man said expecting the other man to submit. Severnus Snape – potions master at Hogwarts, spy for which side that was a quistion manny people had. Finally there was the role of being a gaurdian to a special somebody. Genrally he was grouchy and snapish or highly obedient with the dark lord. Unexpectedly he smiled slightly before speaking up, "I am sorry my lord."

My lord, that's what they addressed him as, he was after all the Dark Lord Voldemort. The man who had grown to such great lengths to fight death and indulged in sadistic activites that made him seem in sorry, no longer human. A tyrant, a monster but a father too…

"It was important that the headmaster sends me, only then could we make a clean escape my lord!"

"We?" he asked only to hear a russle and a glamour charm releasing a girl with wavey brown hair and a stunning brown eyes that was similar to chocolate. A hint of yellow though was there shinning into the eyes of the man whoes eyes were red. His lips spoke just one word, "Impossible!"

"Yes it may be but now it is I'm Possible if you get my pun father." For the first man who was like an over grown snake actually smiled, if one can call it that, "I think I do my dear I think I do, you're a lot like your mother."

"Puns or the teasing?" she retorted walking up to him as the glamour went of revealing a plesently building body higlighted by a pale white buttonup shirt topped off by green dragonhide. A thick set of jeans and a set of white boots finnishing the outfit, a platinum belt with a diamond shaped buckle. Discreetly but when her hair was blown by the wind shone a small emerold on the platinum earning. "Some of what you were are using happens to be very ancient."

"Yes I found them there." She replied stretching her hand out towards the snake allowing it to reach out to her when suddenly one man spoke out, "Your Potters mudblood."

"I beg your pardorn Lucius." She was clear cut and cold but it did created a wisper of acceptance around before she let out a laugh. A laugh that created a powerful shiver in all those who were present – even the father. "Your half right – yes I am Potters supposid friend but I am also Sara's child."

The wisperes continued as 'Hermoine' continued to look around. Hermoine Mayea Granger (Riddle) the daughter of the Dark Lord and Sara. Who is she? Whoes side is she on? What does she want? All of that is a mystery that needs unravelling by manny but for now she did not leave that option open. "Now I hope you don't have any real quistions because if you do it's best to be writen and sent to Wormtail through letters. What he can answer he will, what he can't I will now please leave."

"Leave I shall call upon you when the need araises." Said the dark lord without even takeing his eyes of his daughter, "Severnus?"

"I am sure Wormtail can help her back my lord." Was the prompt and pleasing reply. Now he regretted every bit of it, he had no idea what was it that happened that night… nor did he know. He had no idea of what possibily made his daughter turn! Actually he had no idea of she did actually turn at all… all he knew was that she was now close to father rolling in the grave… most probellely literally!

A knock on the door though distracted him for the moment, only to invite the holder of answers, "Wormtail, that night when she came what happened?"

"It was not a little tenent and Dark Lord that night. It was a father seeing his daughter. He just hugged her tightly, smelt her hair… felt her again and again, her face then head like he could not believe his eyes. He even appologized for being away and he promised he would never leave her again. He even swore that those traitors will get punnished! She cried too… a lot telling how much she missed him and how much she wanted a family again. How she missed her mother and wanted to know a lot about her!"

That supprized him for he always thought she would have presented her self in soldier mode based upon how the Dark Lord appriciated him for his upbringing. "He spoke of providing her a better home once he got the headquartus ready… but that's when she shocked us!"

Stepping out of her fathers embrace she placed her hands on her waist and looked at the broken Riddle mansion with a smile on her face, "How can any place be better than this? It is perfect!"

"My muggle fathers home? Meya – it is against all that we stand for!" the Dark Lord replied only to have a retort never expected, "Rather it's all that we stand for daddy, this place was actually in our family. The muggles burned the first witch at this very place, she was raped and destroyed for alowing her magic to show. She was the one

The muggles burned the first witch at this very place, she was raped and destroyed for alowing her magic to show. She was just trying to help a little boy. A little muggle boy!"

The spite was merciless and it seemed like someone had spoken from within her. This was nothing like the sweet little, helping, know it all who he had been with her for several years. How did she know so much about this place? Even I did not know anything about this place when I brought the dark lord over.

"It would be amaizing would it not? An entier circle completed. Everything will be back into it's place." he smiled seeing his daughter and gently wrapped an arm around her shoulder, "If that's what you want that's what we shall have but it would mean a lot of work."

"Yeah especially when we need to unlock a lot of hidden magic. It would take the two of us daddy but we will do it. Together!" She replied with a menance in her voice that was truly unexpected but Peter stayed silent. His loyalty was never towards Dumbldore so why would he get involved in something like this? There was no point in it! At least that was what he had tought then but now the story was different… he had begun regretting as he saw the only one (alive) that he was loyal to had been sedated into this deep sleep for nearly a month.