Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do not own the Twilight Saga. So don't give me any problems.
Stirring Willow
Prologue
Gilda Radner said, "I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity."
I'd never expected to think about such things like death. At least outside of the context of ancient death; I liked studying worlds passed. It never occurred to me that I'd have to think about my own.
I understood death brought with it new life. I knew that that was the normal way of things. But now I had to view it from a standpoint that was new to me.
Could anyone truly choose death over love? A love that could last a millennia? A love that promised to stay with you even in your darkest moments and forgive you of anything you might do?
Could it forgive you for not sacrificing yourself on the altar for others who look to you constantly? Forgive you for being a savior and a pariah when others do not?
I walked towards the large castle that looked positively ancient. My nerves heightened at the new world presented to me. A world that should've been mine, but I felt the severe line between us.
"Harry?"
I turned.
