Fear No Evil
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Prologue
Darkness has it's own sort of power. The ability to grab hold of anyone and surround him or her in their own paranoia and fear. He didn't fear the dark though; he had learned to embrace it. His acceptance of the dark was what kept him alive.
He wasn't sure if he wanted to live anymore. When each day became nothing more than one-step closer to death, could that be considered living at all?
His life consisted of hiding in the protection of the friend he had discovered in darkness. Ironic really, a warrior for the light comforted by the whispers of the dark. His sharp eyes had learned long ago to adjust to the absence of much light; he hated leaving things to the imagination and could practically declare himself a night vision.
Life was bleak and consisted of bidding his time until it came. The moment that his whole life had been leading up to, the final confrontation between himself and his sworn enemy. After that, if he lived through it, he would most likely kill himself. The purpose of his birth was to defeat Voldemort; he had no reason to stick around long after.
He practically salivated on the thought of his death. He understood this bordered on insanity but could not bring himself to care. It would be wonderful to be dead. To be finally in peace with his parents and Sirius. He hated life, why should he love something that had been so cruel to him?
He would do his job, be the savior that everyone wanted and expected, and then he would leave quietly. They could fend for themselves after he did them this one last favor. He had no desire to rebuild the Wizarding World, no one that he wanted to spend his days with. They had betrayed him in his eyes and he would be damned if he were going to rush to a celebration party and let bygones be bygones. Hope and happiness were strangers to his mind; all he knew was his bitterness and thirst for vengeance.
He crept around in areas that he would be least expected to be found and gathered his strength. He was powerful now, more powerful than his ultimate foe would ever expect. Victory was in the grasp of his hand and no one would snatch it from him. He would kill those who dared to try.
Love was laughable and lust was too time consuming. He enjoyed being alone, he deserved to be alone. No use in burdening another with his unhealthy obsession with darkness and his wishes of death and peace.
The time was drawing nearer. He could feel it pulsating in his veins. His adrenaline was rocketing and his hands itched to take a hold of his wand. He was ready to fight, ready for it to come to a close.
He began to move swiftly, there was still time to be in the protection of the night and he would make use of it. Time grew nearer and his target was coming closer. He thought it only right to meet his foe halfway, manners were important after all.
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She traveled along the dirt road taking no notice to the stir she was making with her ungraceful steps.
Her life was over. She was melodramatic to the core, but at the same time realistic. There was no real reason for her to be alive. She had fulfilled her purpose and with that brought on a depression that seeped through her veins.
Hope was a thing of the past. Wishing had turned into a joke and suicide haunted her with its logical promises. No one needed her and those whom she needed were no longer there to be her crutch.
Life on her own was a frightening concept even after a year to grow used to it. Protection had never been far from her until undisclosed predators stole it. She was broken, weak, and despised herself for allowing these traits to overtake her character.
She had once been strong willed and considered herself to be of a sound mind. Now she would call herself mildly insane on a good day. War had broken her spirit, soul, and family. Hate wasn't a strong enough word to describe the feeling that flowed through her when she remembered what she had once had.
Love was gone. Even the love of her parents was missing, the one thing that was suppose to be constant.
Warm rain began to fill the air. She lifted her head up to dwell in the tears from the sky. She had always loved the rain; it was the only thing that had made her happy in years.
Her face became wet and almost unbearably hot but she refused to turn away from this change in the weather. Self-inflicted punishment for the sins of which only she knew the severity of.
She continued on her path, coming closer with a change in her destiny. That from which she had ran from for so long was about to collide with her. Blissfully unaware she relished in the downpour.
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A/N It's short, I'm aware. I am also aware that this is the prologue and it's supposed to be this way. Just an introductory so I can test out the waters a bit. If you haven't figured it out -and God help you if you haven't- "he" is Harry and "she" is Ginny. Reviews and any sort of comments would be appreciated and I hope that at least one person likes where this is going.