"FUCK" I screamed, eyes wide, sweat pouring down my face as I frantically douse the flames that enunciate my latest failure. "AHHHHH" I scream slamming myself on the now barren table. "WHAT AM I DOING WRONG" "AHHHHHHHHH" Tears now accompany my sweat falling from my face as I sit staring at the table where I had been slaving for 8 hours…
It's been 10 years since the fall of Voldemort. 10 long years. I reminisce, 10 long years without them… without anyone. I begin my nightly self loathing with the usual as I walk back to my shack, built from the stones of what once was Hogwarts proper what used to be filled with awe, wonder and love now seemed to just encase me in my own sorry. I wasn't kidding myself anymore, I realize that I slipped into insanity years ago. But who could blame me? Everyone I knew and loved was long dead. Even Hedwig! THEY FUCKING KILLED MY OWL…
Dumbledore's death seemed to be the easiest for me to handle maybe because he was close to the end anyway what with the black hand and all that. But really it was because his was a quick death, AK'd just some green light and BOOM gone was the greatest wizard I had ever know. He had it easy. Most everyone else had died in the battle for Hogwarts. most notably would be Ginny, hit with 5 Reductos at once, not more than a meter from me, the impact blew me off my feet but it blew her to the winds, I stood after that covered in Ginny's blood and I think that that was probably the moment sanity started to flee me. Slicking my hair back I felt good that part of her would be with me while I took these 5 death eaters apart. I took my time… made them scream, drank their fear as I took one after the other apart. While working on the last one I heard it AVADA KADAVRA, I turned in time to see Hermione jump in front of the green light for me falling dead instantly. Rage nothing but rage was felt from then on, Hermione's death must have pushed me past my shock of Ginny's. Body parts flew, as a horrible gurgling roar tore through my throat. I don't remember much of what happened after that, but I awoke to Hogwarts in shambles surrounded by the bodies of hundreds of Death Eaters. I remember not seeing ron in the body count as i slowly cleaned the School yard of the bodies, Identifying every last one. After I moved the Death Eathers bodies into a neat pile a quick insendio took care of the mess. No tears shed for my fallen enemies.
I gathered the bodies of my friends, school mates, teachers and auroras, many I considered family. The ceremony was short, I held it next to the lake on Hogwarts grounds. I set it up myself, hundreds of chairs a podium the works I tell ya. But no one came. The wizarding world had crumbled, we had lost, there was nothing left to save. I spoke one sentence. To the enraptured audience…. "I will avenge you."
Two days later a group of owls found me on the grounds carrying a large package. Inside was a pensive and the severed head of Ronald Weasley. I collapsed in sorrow and rage. after burying what was left of Ron I walked the pensive back to my newly build shack. Knowing what was inside I dove in, (Never one to save myself suffering am I). I watched over and over the torture of my friend. They took his skin inch by inch off of him, telling him it would stop if he would just take the mark, but he spat blood in their faces "FUCK YOU" he roared. (Ron never did know any tact) I watched it until the very end, when Voldemort walked into the room and removed Rons head.
Broken again I left the pensive, pulled my cloak tight around me and apperated. House after house I burned leaving nothing behind, I knew the names of many Death Eaters, I had quite a few stops to make tonight. There was only one person inparticular that I was looking for. I found him. At none other than MALFOY FUCKING MANOR. Sitting on a throne of bones and broken wands. "TOM" I Hissed, parseltongue seemed fitting for our banter for the last time we would meet. "Ah Harry… did you receive my gift? Was it fitting for the occasion? I do hope so" He hissed back. Cackling he sent the first attack, his favorite green spell. I dodged to the side, the fight was horrible, bone breaker after bone breaker, Ak after ak, reductos to mix it up, we danced for the last time. I had a plan It was pretty simple, no need to make it fancy, no one was around to appreciate it. So we fought as I drew us closer and closer until he was just a few arm lengths away, I rolled to the right of another AK and screamed "EXPECTO PATRONUM" Focusing on the thought that made me the happiest, which now was spiking Voldemort's severed fucking head into the ground. Prongs erupted from my wand in blinding white light as I summoned the Sword of Gryffindor, closed the distance between good ole Tom and myself and twisted tightly and as quickly as I could I brought the blade to his neck and through it. Lifting his severed head I smiled as I watched his eyes move around his head until they stopped, and spike it I did, Laughing as his skull impacted the ground and splattered apart.
I spent the better part of a year wallowing in my misery. Drinking myself to sleep because it wouldn't come if I didnt. I don't remember which day it was 9 years ago but I woke with only one thought. I have to go back. I have to start over, I can stop all of this. And those thoughts have been on my mind ever since. Ever heard of a sleepless night? yea I was pretty sure magic is the only reason I survived because I spent the next 3 weeks awake working on a plan. And now here we fucking are. Me staring again at a failed runic attempt. If only I could just…. wait thats it.
I awoke the next morning determined and ready. I spent the day creating my stage. A Large granite circle in the middle of the forbidden forest, in an area just open enough to let the full moon's light at its highest shine on all of the stone. I carved all day, creating what may be my final masterpiece. As the time neared I stood naked in the middle of the runic circle. This was it, I grabbed the curved Runic dagger and held it loosely in my right hand. This was it, if I fuck this up there will be no Encore. Thats it just curtains. But this was all that I had to live for so when I look at my options then I really have only one choice. As the moon shone perfectly at it's height bathing the circle in its light I raised the dagger and with one final breath brought it to my neck and sliced. I collapse and watch entranced as my life blood pooled around me and then fell into the carved runes flowing until all the runes filled. They began to glow and I heard a Train sound and felt a jerk forward and saw nothing but Light.
A.N First FanFiction Let me know what you think!
-Holy