"What if I just end it all, for all of us?" Finally Vivian said it, it was almost relieving, and it was burden she had been carrying for the last couple months of her pregnancy.

"You can't be serious Vivian?"

"I'm as serious as I am pregnant. I could have not thought of anything else the last few days."

"But murdering your children?" She shoved magically shoved Harry back a few feet, taking a seat for herself.

Vivian buried her face in her hands, "I don't need your guilt."

"Pardon me?" Harry didn't hear her whisper.

"I SAID I DON'T NEED YOUR GUILT!" She felt the familiar warmth of the liquid running down her hands. Her blood and tears. "I already feel enough for lifetimes over."

"It's completely mad." Harry tried to maintain his composure, but his old body hardly would let him. His legs were restless, his hands twanged in pain as he opened his hand to comfort the young lady. Harry was beginning to feel the effects of premature aging, arthritis was a terrible punishment. She was only a few years older than Harry's daughter, but she had the weight of the world weighing her down. Her freedom, her children, her destiny, she was slowly was suffocating.

"You think I don't know that! It's the only way to destroy him." Harry was almost winded from the surprise, defeating Voldemort? It was a notion that Harry had long ago gave up, nothing human or magically alike had even damaged the dark lord in the way truly hurt him or his power.

"How?" His voice cracked at the possibility.

"To be perfectly honest, you might need to sit down." Harry quickly took a seat, waiting for her continue. "He had, he had let something slip to me not that long ago. Something that he had never told another living soul. Well until he decided to gloat to me about how I was born to save him."

"But you were born after he should have died. You're parents weren't together yet."

"They hadn't even met at that time. But that's not the point. He had changed the future. I am a product of him changing the future. By ensuring my parents future pairing, he in turned saved himself. I was never supposed to be born and he was never supposed to live. His choices led to the creation of me, and my choices had led me to saving him. It's rather complicated."

"You could say that again." Harry paused, wondering if she could handle his next question. "What would kill him? What did you do to make him invincible?"

Vivian let out a shaky breath, "I didn't do anything, it's, it's who makes him invincible."

"Who?"

"My children. My children are the horcrux that everyone has been turning a blind eye to. They are their own paradox, their fates were sealed the day I decided to give birth to them. My children must die in order to kill their father."

"Is there any other way?" Harry pleaded, but Vivian shook her head.

"I've tried everything I could possibly think of. The magic that surrounds this bond was stronger than I have ever encountered. But this needs to happen, and soon." Vivian stroked her stomach, her little girl was ready to make her arrival soon. Vivian maybe had a week or two at most before she gave birth for the third time.

"How do you propose that this happens? I'm doubtful he stayed in the same place after you stormed out."

"But that's where you're wrong. He's waiting for me to return. To realize that I can't make it on my own. To come groveling to him, for his forgiveness, for his help. And that's where he is partially right."

"How so?"

"I cannot make it on my own. Never have, never will. That's why I'm here, this cycle needs to end."

"Do you think she'll return?" Voldemort chuckled, he had no doubt upon his wife's return. She hadn't ever been able to taken care of herself, first her parents, then Voldemort, then the muggle, and then him again. She couldn't make it on her own, never have, never will. He figured she'll be back within a week's time, she couldn't handle childbirth by herself.

"She's weak and she knows it. She'll be back, begging to another chance." Demetrius stared at the floor. Anger bubbled inside of him, but he knew he couldn't act on it. He tried to shake off his younger brother's comforting hand, but his energy was spent in preventing a violent outburst.

"Demetrius…" Voldemort cut his other son off.

"Adrian."

"Yes, father?"

"Follow me." Adrian regrettably let go of his brother, knowing that this current appeasement of his father would prove nothing to change his future.

Vivian had given Harry time to think. Harry had taken on more information that he could possibly handle at one moment. She had unearthed a secret that finally pieced together that was the mystery that was Voldemort's survival. Even when they had rescued her years before, not once did her mother ever reveal the true meaning for separating her daughter and the dark lord. Never did she admit that their mistakes had caused the destruction of the world, and her grandchildren. Did Phoebe know that her courtship was all a lie too? Harry found it hard to believe, it would be like someone telling him that his love for Ginny was all the concoction of another's desires. Harry bit back a cry, the salty tears rushing down his wrinkled face. He could never accept the idea that his love for Ginny, his soulmate wasn't real. His love, his hurt it was all too real.

Harry had enough time, enough tears shed for someone he couldn't live without. He couldn't change how things played out, but he also couldn't believe in Vivian's nihilist view of the world. Well, rather her unbelief of better solutions. He saw her world unraveling which also meant Voldemort's was as well. As much as Harry wanted to turn her away, to cast her onto another path, deep down he knew she was right. Her plans, as grim as they were, was the best chance that they had got. The risk of his hesitation could endanger the lives of more than Vivian and her children. Harry couldn't stand the hypocrisy of his plans, he had vowed to protect whoever he could from the hands of Voldemort, and here now, he was going to sacrifice the lives of this family in order to save his own life. It was downright sickening.

"How soon would this need to happen?"

"As soon as possible, I'm also ready to give birth." Harry sighed, knowing that sentence was anything but comforting. He knew he had to move on.

"We will call a meeting and discuss our plan."

"Will the others understand?" Vivian cried, she didn't need more backlash that she had already received. They didn't need to agree with her decision, but they needed to support it. She couldn't do it on her own.

"Some might called it an act of heresy, others might see that you have no qualms about your decision. In all seriousness, it's none of their business or concern." Trying to be comforting towards Vivian, left Harry a sour taste in his mouth. He was condemning her children just as she had. Harry stood slowly, leaving Vivian to her own demons. He had matters to discuss with the others.

Others? Harry had very few others at times. When Ginny and him were on the run the last time, few came to their aid. Now at times like this, where it was somewhat relaxed, there was many again. Their names weren't very important, many that chose to fight along Harry didn't survive several encounters. He preferred to not know the names of the lost youth. He only greeted the elder faces, and the faces of the familiars. As the years have gone by, many of them ex-Deatheaters. Newcomers thought it strange that Harry would take on the opinions of everyone there, but Harry wanted every person's position on situations. If they were willing to die to help, then they have earned a right to speak on their behalf.

"What's it to you Harry? We've heard everyone's opinion but your own." Harry sighed.

"My opinion is irrelevant."

"It's really not though. Yours is the only one that matters to us. Is it a good plan or not? Do you think her sacrifice will work?"

"Well," Harry drew in a long breath, "I personally don't like the plan at all." Several murmurs broke out across the room that was the reaction Harry was expecting. "But, if it means the end to this cat and mouse game. I say let's try it."

"But you're willing to aid in this assisted-suicide on her word? What if she's wrong? She would be killing innocent children."

The witch next to him interrupted, "Hardly innocent. Their natural born killers." Harry held his hand up, waiting for the table to enter back into silence. He wasn't here to start another debate.

"Come if you want, don't if you want. No one is forcing you, and no one will judge you. But I need you to focus on the task on hand. If you're waiting for my opinion. FINE. I'm going to help her."