Here and now
And there is no why, there is no how,
It's like the sky, just one free flow
But you're here right now,
and this is your show,
so take a bow,
cos the show is on right...
_ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . _ . Poets of the fall – Heal my wounds
I stared at the trio of objects lying so innocently there. The cloak was, where I left it. On it laid the Elder Wand. It seemed not even the Fiendfyre could destroy it permanently. I was running out of ideas with that one. While I couldn't say I wanted to see the Deathstick there, I did expect it, but what really got me was the resurrection stone laying innocently beside it.
I shook my head. I needed a shower. A long and hot one at that. Nothing could help me calm and order my panicking thoughts like a nice hot shower.
As I get out from my nightclothes, one thought stood out from the jumbled panicking mess: to gather the three is to become the Master of Death.
I entered the shower and put on the water. I did not like that thought one bit, but something about it... rung strangely true. It was like when I heard that verse of the prophecy about how either must die. Even before that I knew, that Voldemort won't leave me alone, but this finalised it. It drove home the truth, that it would have to be me, who'll kill him. It added up the burden of knowing, that if I fail, the world falls with me. But all in all the prophecy did not change, what I had to do. Even before I heard the prophecy, I knew I would have to fight him, after all, he always came after me. I knew I had to fight him to the best of my abilities. It just meant I could no longer afford to fail.
Master of death. That thought laid heavily on me, the same way that damned verse had. Damn it all! I just get my freedom back and now this.
It does not paint a target on my back. Nobody even knows about it. It might not even be true. And if it is? ... Well... then ... What does it even mean?
The hot water started to relax my tense muscles. It calmed the frantic mess of my thoughts, so that, as I massaged shampoo into my hair, few coherent thoughts stood out.
It is possible, that the stone appeared now, cause it is exactly one lunar month or because it is first dark moon since then. Both would make sense. I can try asking Dumbledore's portrait and Luna's father, but it probably won't do much good, I should try to find out Peverell's family archive if they got one. I probably won't find anything more than few speculation, but even that was doubtful.
Apart from a bit of theoretical digging it looked, like I would have to leave sleeping dogs lie. Maybe since I could not destroy them, I could hide stone and wand for now. Maybe Petal could do it, yes Petal could hide them, so I don't have to touch these items. Better to not endorse the notion of being Master of Death.
Matter closed, until future notice.
These dreams on the other hand... I have to research dreams and vision, oh joy more research. But I have learned the value of being resourceful the hard way.
Hermione would be so proud if she knew.
Of course, she would also be scandalised, by the fact I thought the whole research thing will be for nought.
I must write them down. This one and the one I got after Sirius. I have a feeling, there will be more of such dreams. I have to start a dream journal, for real for a change. I probably should make it inaccessible for anyone else and inconspicuous.
Hmm, a combination of keying it to me and me alone and password in parseltongue with a permanent Notice Me Not charm should do.
I exited the shower and dried myself. I dressed in the casual but nice clothing with a green-rimmed robe on the top. It was time to go visit Andromeda and discuss details of taking care of Teddy.
I was finally free from my so called destiny. I have not let Voldemort win and I sure as hell won't let this new challenge, tie me down. I won't let it take me away from Teddy. With that last thought, I Apparated away.