Dear Readers, I had inspiration, and decided it was necessary to write this story. I really hope you like it, because I think it's gonna be good. I know the beginning my not be super exciting and might be kind of confusing, but it was necessary to set up the story... so... ya.
DISCLAIMER: You should know by know I only own the plot.
It was torture, not living but not dead; somewhere in-between. He had been this way for over a century. Biding his time, letting his power build, waiting for the right moment.
With nothing to do but wait, he had time to stew in the devastation of his past. The betrayals, the loss, the pain. He felt all of it as if he were reliving it over and over. His heart and soul grew colder and colder with each passing day… minute… and year. When he returned, he would prove to the two deceivers the extent of his true power… he would destroy them, and their world, to re-create how he wanted, how he had imagined.
He felt the sting of everything she had done to him. The one he had loved with his entire being… and the one who condemned him to this; a fate worse than death. He could still see her bright smile… and it cut him deeper still every time he did; especially when he imagined her, the love of his life, with him. The bloody Neanderthal; he had no idea what she had seen in him, but she went to him. He was a bloody fool. That is where this disgrace, this destruction of half-alive, half dead wizard had begun.
And that other woman… her friend. This other woman, and her caring nature. Her deep love for him, even when he proved to not be worthy. He himself, even after hundreds of years mulling it over, still did not understand why she had chosen to stay with him, even when he hurt her more than he could ever forgive himself. He was infatuated with his love, but he didn't understand what he felt for her at all. That, that other woman. His love was beauty and intelligence, but the other woman was his saving grace. Even in the end, she stood by him… even when condemned, she begged him to let her take his place. That she loved him. He refused, accepting his punishment as she watched, sobbing. At this, he felt more pain. Enough about her, it makes you weak, He scolded himself.
And, suddenly, he felt it. His power reaching the stage he had been waiting for it to reach for over 200 years. He let it flow through him, creating a tunnel of green energy in front of him. It then darted back to him. He felt it, bring his body back. It was a burning sensation, but after so many years of numbness, he welcomed it.
He screamed in victory as a green light shot up in the air from the new, restored, solid body of his.
Hundreds of miles away…
The night was calm, and warm. The air was still. There was a slight breeze rolling through the open window of Ginerva Weasley's bedroom. She snuggled into her husband, Harry Potter, peaceful, and on that brink right between being awake and falling asleep.
That's when she felt it. Her eyes flew open wide, as she shot up suddenly in bed. She felt a strong pulling sensation… strong enough to rouse her from her dream-like state, anyway. "What the…?" She muttered to herself. She felt a sense of alarm; like there was a problem. It was as if there was a disturbance in the atmosphere; like a pressure. She stood going to the window, feeling the need to do so.
What she did not know was that her children, her brother, her nieces and nephews, all felt the same feeling at the same time, all of the going to the window at the same moment.
"Ginny? What's wrong?" Harry stirred.
"Did you feel that?" She asked him suddenly, not turning from the window.
She heard him sit up in the bed. "Feel what? Honey, are you okay?" He asked, sounding a little more alert.
"It was like-" she started, but as she stared out the window, she saw it. Off in the distance, a green light suddenly shot up in the air. She gasped, going silent. It was gone, as soon as it had come, but she knew it had been real. She felt an eerie chill go through her, as she felt sick to her stomach. She didn't know why, but she knew that light was not good, and that she suddenly felt a gut-wrenching fear that seemed to rest at the very center of her being.
Readers-
what do you think far? R&R PLEASE!
