A/N: Just something that popped into my head reading through a drabble challenge that I had to write. I may do some of the other 49 remaining, we'll see
Eternity
Harry stared at the runic circles, blade to his hand a small pool of red forming in his palm held above the intricate work.
He wondered if she would be the same, when it was over and he saw her young form once again. Would her eyes hold the same glimmer her elder self did? Conversely would her elder self, stripped of her innocence by the world, act the same as the youthful girl.
Blood magic. The art of using blood and other human body parts in rituals, usually to great effect given the potency of innately magical products of a living, sentient being. The reason why every Wand core held a dragon heart or a unicorns tail. The power of Magic Limitless pumping through his veins, needing only a word and small tip of a hand
It would all be worth it. Every second of research of Dark Arts Most Foul. Of magic not even the Dark Lord Grindlewad had sought to create.
All for her. Everything for Hermione
He could still remember, holding her in his arms watching her, eyes fluttering, so helpless, so light.
He could still remember the day the floo roared to life, a nurse peering with the words "You should come through Mr Potter...It's about your wife...it's happening."
He could still remember her arm reaching up to touch his face, only to fall limp as she succumbed to unconsciousness
A word, a small drip, and Harry stared into Eternity
He saw everything. A giggling small child with bushy hair and a thirst for reading, a youth filled with attention from her doting parents and of course a couple dozen stacks of books for 'light' reading. A red train steaming through england up towards the Scottish castle. A toad, a messy-haired child, a Weasley.
Watching her get closer to the boy with the messy hair, letting him drag her into trouble, and dragging him into some trouble of her own. A ball, a kiss, a date.
Troubles and fights, plenty for anyone. Relationship problems crafted and resolved. Years going by in front of the watching man
A wedding. A beautiful white wedding to a messy-haired young man.
A life, filled with tears and triumphs. Regrets and Fulfillment
Harry stared into Eternity seeing it all. Feeling the flow shift, begin to return. The young woman shrinking before his eyes, her touches with the messy-haired boy becoming less intimate and more friendly. The return of books stacked to the ceiling.
Looking at a little baby girl still in the hospital, looking up, chocolate brown eyes meeting chocolate brown eyes mother and daughter communicating in ways only they can do.
Harry abruptly slashed his wand, ending the spell. Nothing could be changed in that life. Nothing should.
Tears and regret led to smiles and happiness.
Head held high he exited the room, looking at the woman outside the door
"Should have known you knew...I couldn't change a thing, I wouldn't change it. Our little angel Lily." Taking his daughter from her mother "The spell still has a charge left, if you wish to watch." Harry mentions to Hermione Potter. Smiling down at his daughter as she raises her hand to his face, only to begin snoozing arm falling just like when he first held her.
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