Hey everyone! Here's my first fanfic, so bear with me please? I'll do my best honouring all those marvellous characters.

Anyway, English isn't my first language, so please forget any mistakes.

Many thanks to my beta-reader, MiniRyn. She's awesome (if you read non-sense it's her fault).

Disclaimer: I DUNNOT own neither OUaT nor Harry Potter. Merely have fun with their creations. None profit stuff. I swear.

Enjoy!

EDIT : Changed the meanwhile thing, doesn't make any sense if it happens at the same time. (My beta is to blame, obviously).

Prologue.

It was the end, and they all knew it. The Good or the Bad, one side was set to win. Which one? Well, the side that underestimated the other. Power is overrated. In the end, the more foolish looses, not the weaker.

In most point of views, the Dark Lord was the most powerful. He was the strongest. He had a better army, he had better followers; it was logical to bet on his victory. That is, if he weren't so sure he would win. He'd been careless, foolish, thinking he was safe because of all the horcruxes. He gave up his soul to live longer, his humanity, his body, and in the end, still, it wouldn't be enough. Because he was crazy enough to believe they would never succeed in finding all of them, and even less destroying all of them.

But they did. They did it once, twice, and they did it again. The trickier was Harry, of course. And to know he was to die, Severus had to die. Silly, silly, you must feel when all truths came crumbling down and you're left with the bitter truth, the one you wish wasn't true. But it was, and so Harry died.

At least, the Dark Lord believed he died. He killed him; not knowing he destroyed the horcrux. Nobody knew, really, except Harry himself; and so nobody expected him to get up and start fighting.

It's how the end began, the Dark Lord so mad, and Harry trying to destroy him once and for all. But, sure, sure, before that, Nagini had to die. That's what Hermione and Ron did. It was hard, of course it was, that snake was not one to die easily. But finally, oh finally, it lost its head, and Voldemort was finally vulnerable; finally killable. And killed he was.

But there were other fights. Others tried to live, or die, kill or be killed. The crazy laughter ringing within the castle, a spell cast at little Ginny: wrong thing to do, really. The mother, insufferable ginger woman, fought back. She was surprised, at first, at the strength of the spells she attacked her with. Never underestimate love. But could the lunatic even love? Doubtful, at least, for everyone who didn't know her. Those who did left before the battle, or died, and she was lost within herself, her humanity forever forgotten. She fought back, and she laughed, oh god how she laughed. Crazy 'till the end, make them believe. It's all about appearances, isn't it? She was the soulless woman they created and she will give them the show they wanted to see.

It was always easier to pretend being something you're not. It's easier to meet someone's exceptions if you stop being yourself, if you play a role. And she was good at that. They all fell for it. They didn't see the broken woman behind the crazy laugh, they didn't see how much her soul had been violated and the miracle it was for her to keep standing. She fooled them, again and again; she fooled her Lord, her enemies.

She didn't regret a thing. Well, almost. She did regret one thing. She thought of that afternoon, when she had the Granger girl screaming beneath her. She thought how crazy and cruel she must have seemed. She couldn't do anything else, though; the sight of the sword caused her to panic. She'd been afraid they found the cup, as well; she'd been afraid they'd find a way to bring down her Lord. He was the very reason she could act like that; he was her alibi. He offered her a loop-hole. She could hide forever who she really was with him; bury her true self beneath layers of cruelty, of craziness, of blood thirst. Still, she now wished she didn't act out on her; she wished she hadn't torture her like that. Deep down, she had hoped that they'd found a way to kill the Dark Lord; that they would set her free, at last.

She had settled for a fake life, but it was weighing-down on her. Azkaban had hurt her like she never thought possible, fracturing her soul just a little bit more. She wanted it all to stop, she wanted freedom, and if that liberty came with death, then so be it. She would welcome it with opened arms.

The ginger woman was strong, that she couldn't deny any longer. She didn't see it coming. She was surprised, then again, and stepped back, spell after spell. It was the end of her, she knew it; and surprisingly enough, she welcomed it. She wanted it all to be quiet, at last; she wanted to close her eyes and finally rest in peace. She wanted it all to end. Make her soul stop aching so much, make her soul stop cracking, make her soul stop breaking.

She was surprised by a sudden spell, cast with a force she could not block anymore. She was tired, so tired. She wanted to laugh, one last time. It was over; she was free. Finally free.

They celebrated. The bitch was dead, along with her dreadful master. Many had died along with them, yes; still, the monsters disappeared from the surface of the earth, and it was all that mattered.

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Love was torn away from her, again; and by the same insufferable awful person. First, it was her beloved son, driven away from her by his birthmother; and now, it was her second chance, her soul mate, she took. All because she couldn't understand the simplest law: every action had consequences. And she didn't only mean that her stupid little saviour act had destroyed what she thought was her only chance at happiness, no; what she meant was that the blond woman could have forever altered the future. What if Marianne was to die, no matter what? What if her living had prevented other necessary deaths, or survivals, for that matter?

No, the insufferable little saviour, as her bloody mother before her, could not think further than the immediate future. Yes, sure, she saved yet another live; congratulations! Yes, of course, she helped somebody escape the wrath of the Evil Queen. Was it worth it? For her it was, of course, ruining happiness in order to save a life.

But it was always the same person that suffered the decisions, and that person was getting tired of it all. Tired of having her happiness ripped from her time and time again, for the better good. She didn't care about the better good. Call her selfish all you want, but after a lifetime of being manipulated to do others evil deeds, she wanted selfish.

She tried to be better for her son, she tried to do better for herself, as well; but did she get recognition? No, of course not. Meanwhile, the insufferable little imp got his marriage with the bookworm, his happy ending. She didn't. As usual.

She wanted to end this. End her misfortune. She wanted to go back in time, back before Robin recognized his wife … Oh, how much it hurt to even think about that. His wife was back, the mother of Roland, the child she had come to like as much as her own. Sweet little Roland. Of course, in her right mind, deep down, she knew it was best.

Love is weakness. Her mother's mantra; forever ringing in her ears. She was right, oh so right. She tried to open her heart, she tried to let herself love again, and look what happened. She was out in the street, heart broken, like so many times before. She didn't ask for much, though, she thought. All she wanted was to be loved, finally. To have someone who loved her no matter what, no matter who she was and what she did. She wanted someone she could trust. She wanted someone who would use her.

That hope seemed doomed, now. The bell of Granny's ringing behind her, and she knew it was her, the one who ruined everything, over and over again. She turned, and snapped at her, like usual. How dared she? How dared she tell her she saved the peasant because the monster that was the Evil Queen was going to kill her? Maybe she had a good reason to do it. Of course she didn't, she was a monster, she killed because she could. Still, the blond girl didn't have to know that.

She snapped, and snapped, and because she still couldn't understand she needed to back off, she left; going back to that big awfully silent mansion. Her son was at the party, like always, having fun with his family. But she was her family too, wasn't she? She broke the curse with true love's kiss, that had to mean something, didn't it? She sighed. None of that mattered, now.

She felt lonely, like she never did before. She'd thought it was it. Robin would be her salvation; he would be her significant other. How wrong she'd been, as usual. She wasn't meant for happiness: that much was clear now. So why even bother? Why try and be good when in the end, she'd end up screwed other by the Charmings. Insufferable people. Insects. She'd be better off killing them all. Yes, that's what she should do. Playing nice didn't help in the slightest; she would take her happiness by force. So what if she killed people? So what if, again, she would bury her grief behind unbreakable walls?

So what if she lost her humanity once again …

Deep down though, she knew she couldn't do that. She just knew that the path of war and destruction left her empty once, and it wouldn't give her happiness the second time around. So what now? Give up on love? Close her heart forever, except for her beautiful little prince? Yes, that seemed good enough. She'll make herself cold. Not bad, not evil, just cold.

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