A/N- Yeah…I realize I'm slow! But if your HP fans I have a great Sirius/OC humor fic that's been really popular. Check it out, there's also a bunch of Lupin/Tonks one-shots.

And here's the story you've all been waiting for…well…part of it.

Let the juiciness of the tale begin!

Chapter 10- Two Little Words

It was two little words...just two tiny words. They seemed the most harmless things in the world. Who would have known that they carried the weight of two nations and two hearts? Who would have guessed that those words were the catalyst of more then two thousand years of wondering, if indeed those two little words were the right words to choose.
It is not always in the pre-dawn of battle that we see the flaws in our plan. Sometimes it is not even as we fight, it is when our blades growing bloodier, our arms grow wearier, our hearts pound and our lungs starve for air, that we see the cracks in the ground beneath our feet.
It is in the aftermath that we can truly judge.
Perhaps events might have been different for them, as events all around the world and throughout time would have been different, if we could have hindsight as foresight to our greatest obstacles.
Perhaps a different set of words would've been spoken.
Alas, 'perhaps' is a beast often deemed of but seldom seen… that is the way of things.
Size is not a guarantee of power; they had known this all their lives. Power, the likes of which the world has never known, can be vested in a single band of gold, while something as vast as a country may not have enough power to raise a finger in their own defense. Their whole race placed the weight of immortality on something invisible but unbreakable: the will of a being.
They were accustomed to realizing that words carried great influence, that actions once performed could never be undone, that even small measures could have far-reaching effects.
He had asked her one simple question, and her answer decided both of their fates.
"Will you bind with me, Lithil?"
For centuries now it had been one swift answer. One word. No. N'uma. She would not do it, she would not risk it.
And now, at the end of the game, she had only two words to ride her hopes on; two words held her dreams, her fate.
Binding your soul to another for the rest of time was not an action or concept to be taken lightly. She had known this her whole life, had respected the power of binding and lived separated from him.
Now she yearned to never be alone again. It made her feel vulnerable; it frightened her now, this sacrificing solitude. She was tired of shivering alone in the dark.
Two little words…
What would they say if they knew?
Two tiny…
What would they do if they knew?
…little…
Who cares what they know?
…words…
"I will."
They seemed so harmless, those two little words.

Author's Note: Justine my fabulous beta! Everyone applaud Justine! She makes the pile of run-ons I write into chapters!

Writings an amazing thing, months without a single thought and then you sit down and pound out a chapter.

Albeit a short chapter but a chapter.

I must note that we're getting into the real meat of the story…so hold onto something. It's gonna be a bumpy ride.

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