Fallen Hero.
Alexandra Jaime Potter had the highest expectations thrust upon her from the moment that she was marked as the Girl-Who-Lived. These were expectations that she was pretty sure that she was never going to live up to, ever. The dark haired woman sighed as she thought about it and she wondered if all was lost. She stood at the grave. She had her hair tied back, wearing glasses. She wore a black trenchoat, a black top, and tight black pants. She traced the letters of the gravestone, the person who should be the real hero.
Harry James Potter.
July 31st 1980-June 5th 1998.
Friend. Brother. Hero.
Alex clutched her fist as she looked at the gravestone and she had heard the whispers and the doubts that it should have been him that would have been the Boy-Who-Lived. In fact, there was a moment of doubt who got the marking, although Albus Dumbledore, brilliant man that he was, decided to say that it was Alex who was the savior because she was still conscious.
She clutched the gravestone and she blinked for a few seconds.
"For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"You don't fucking know how sorry you should be!" Alex snapped as she turned around, barely even looking at the person behind her. "I should have…."
"Harry understood the risk."
Alex did not say anything, she did not even turn around to meet this person. All she did was stopped and stared.
Their shared hell at the Dursleys caused them to forge a bond far deeper than any siblings have ever had. The two of them went through hell to survive the first ten years of their life and later on, they went to each other with comfort.
The only reason they even stuck around in this world to fight him was because no one else would.
He died, but not before taking a lot of people with him. In fact, Harry pretty much set up Riddle for the defining blow.
If Dumbledore had told them what they needed to know sooner, they might not have died.
"Don't even look at me, I don't want to ever speak to you ever again," Alex said as she looked at the mirror and the person behind her turned around and walked into the distance. "You never wanted anything to do with me at Hogwarts, why start pretending to be my friend right now?"
A far more welcomed sight showed up.
"She just wanted to get into Harry's pants, the tart," Alex said as she shook her head towards her friend who turned up next to her. She could barely even see what was going on next to her. All she looked at the haunting gravestone.
"Harry died for people who would never appreciate his sacrifice," the girl behind her said and she placed her hands around Alex's shoulders. "For the record, I miss him too. Even if we're going to be among the few to appreciate what he did."
"You are the smartest girl of your age, don't let anyone tell you any different," Alex whispered as she saw the girls smile.
"Certain people might disagree," the girl behind Alex said.
"Certain people can go fuck themselves, Chloe," Alex said as she looked at him. "And Harry appreciated your help, even though Dumbledore's domesticated puppet tried to be his main source of information. And the fact that she's guilty, good, I hope it eats her away until she whither and dies. The fact that she happened to come up with a vital piece of information at the last moment indicated me that it was one of Dumbledore's sick tests. He was hoping to control both of us and whoever won the race would be his successor. For the Greater Good of course."
"Yeah, Dumbledore had his problems, you heard about the rumors regarding him and Snape," Chloe said, the blonde smiling, trying to lighten the mood. "Anyway….we might have….a way to fix this."
"No magic can raise the dead….well no magic that any sane person is willing to use," Alex said as she closed her eyes. "And I'd give my life for Harry's."
"Harry shouldn't have died, he was holding the Hallows when Riddle killed him," Chloe said and Alex shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe but….magical laws of succession, Riddle beat Harry, I beat Riddle, therefore, shouldn't I be the Master….Mistress….what the hell ever, of death?" Alex suggested to her and the blonde shrugged her shoulders.
"Don't know, really I don't, the fairy tale didn't really offer up any information regarding what being the Master of Death entailed," Chloe suggested. "Of course this is what Dumbledore wanted, he might not have been able to hold the Hallows, so he figured that if he was not worthy of them, then no one else could have been worthy of them."
"I'd rather try and decipher Luna Lovegood, she might be easier to read than trying to figure out the mad musings of Albus Dumbledore," Alex said as she cupped her hand on her chin. "She's in a better place now. Good kid, a bit weird, but a good kid."
"She was only a year younger than you," Chloe said and Alex sighed.
"Well anyway, we can't turn back the hands of time and somehow save Harry," Alex said and Chloe blinked.
"Maybe we can….."
"You do realize that it would be a one in a million shot if you're going to want to do what I'm going to think that you're going to want to do," Alex suggested and Chloe shrugged her shoulders.
"Maybe, but….you do want Harry back, don't you, I think we all would be a lot better….if half of the shit that happened, didn't happen?" Chloe asked but then she looked thoughtful. "And it's possible that we could open the door to a lot more screwed up shit by even trying."
"Are you actually trying to convince me to do this or not?" Alex asked and Chloe shrugged.
"Well, we're going to need a little bit of help….and you know who might have the required technology….."
"Yeah, because I'm her favorite person right now, do you realize that she was pissed off something fierce when she found out that Harry died and she blames me and I don't blame her because I blame me," Ale said waving her shoulders.
"Yes but….do you realize that she might be the only person that wants to get Harry back more than you do?" the blonde Ravenclaw asked.
"I suppose, I'll see if I can convince her," Alex said with a shrug of her shoulders. The worst that could happen was that she'd get her head knocked off.
End of Snippet.
