Life with two children was stressful to say the least, but it sure beat being pregnant. Gwen was just as smart as her mother and was learning quickly how to speak and walk and other baby things along with a strong sense of magic. I was only fifteen now with two children and a boyfriend of two years, I couldn't believe it, this wasn't how I was planning for my life to go, but now that it was like this, I couldn't help but be happy about how it turned out. I knew the Voldemort thing wouldn't last forever, but I hoped it would somehow. That was until I read the Daily Prophet one morning and saw the headline, Resident Werewolf Found Dead in Muggle Hotel! Death Eater Activity Suspected!, I felt tears gather in my eyes as I read further, it Remus, he was dead. I only met him five years ago, but he was still like a father to me in almost every way and him being dead devastated me, but it also meant that Voldemort was most likely alive again and coming after me. Thinking it over, I knew Fred would try and stop me if I went after him, but I couldn't bare to let him ruin even more of my life, not anymore.
It was about three months after Remus's death and Fred and I were going through Diagon Alley while George watched Aries and Gwen at the Joke shop. We were near the bank, far away from the shop when I heard the first sounds of popping. At first I didn't think anything of it, just a person apparating until there was more and I heard screams and felt fear and hatred from out of nowhere. I turned around to see Death Eaters running around killing people and destroying things, I tried to run away, Fred was pulling me away, but we weren't fast enough. I didn't want to make the same mistake I had made all those years ago with Jaxy and so I started to run with Fred, but we weren't fast enough and I felt Fred fall to the ground as we ran, weighing me down. I looked back to see him on the pavement with a hole in the back of his head. I screamed, falling to the ground and holding him in my arms as he slowly died, he was unable to speak and my mind was flashing back to Jaxy, holding him in my arms and feeling the warmth fade from the one person I had loved like a father and now the one person I had truly loved. I kissed him on the forehead when his feelings went blank and moved him out of the way of harm, I was then filled with a malice unlike any other, matched by no one.
"VOLDEMORT! VOLDEMORT!" I screamed, knowing it would summon him, and soon enough, it did. He appeared with a great flourish about ten feet away from me, looking me right in the eye with a smile.
"Ah," he said in the creepily soft voice he always used, "Diana Potter, the true Chosen One, how nice of you to call on me." He said with a smile and I almost threw up, I didn't say a word, knowing just how to kill this bitch. I gathered up all my magic and summoned all his horcruxes with one swish of my hand, I used to be one before I was a veela, but not anymore. They say you need a special object to destroy a horcrux, well, they've never seen what I'm capable. I crushed them all with a glance and they screamed as a whole, I could see Voldemort go white as his life's work was destroyed right before his eyes.
"You're dead bitch." I whispered and sent the most powerful combustion curse, he didn't catch on fire, no, he was reduced to ash in a mere second. When I had calmed down a bit, I noticed that the Death Eaters were gone and all who was left was the Order of the Phoenix and pedestrians with a few ministry officials. They were all staring in utter awe at me, but to be fair, I just killed the man they had been hunting for over twenty years in a few minutes.
"How did she kill him? She's not Richmond Potter." There were whispers all around the crowd, but I didn't care, I felt drained of everything as I went back over to Fred's body and cried, holding him for almost an hour before George found us.
The funeral was over and done with, Fred was gone and so was Voldemort. Everyone was going crazy because they now knew I was Diana Potter, the real Chose One, but I didn't care. I drank at night, waking up in the morning to watch over Gwen and Aries, I was happy they didn't really know him much, I didn't want them to hurt as much. Despite the fact, Aries knew he was gone and little six month old Gwen asked where daddy was which reduced me to tears and drinking every single time. Everywhere I looked I saw him and the pain seemed to be overwhelming, to distract myself from the grief, I would go to Jaxy's grave or spend my time teaching Aries and Gwen things obsessively or just drinking, it was all very unhealthy, but I didn't care. Looking around this little townhouse I had once loved gave me more grief then I could imagine and that was why I was leaving. I packed a little bag for each one of us and apparated away after a quick look at a map to see where we were moving.
We arrived in a small town in Virginia moments later with nothing other than a chest and my debit cards. I got us a hotel and went through the motions of finding a house for us, a three bedroom, four bathroom house with a study and a basement I could make into a library. Once the furniture was all in, we moved there, taking a deep breath and calming myself as I magically unloaded all the books I brought. I brought every single one of the books I had collected, the entire reason for the trunk, but other then that I had left everything behind for the second time in my life. I wondered if Gwen and Aries would remember this time in their lives, I hope not, my father died because of me and I don't want them to remember Fred at all despite how harsh it sounded.
This town was a nice change, I decided to go and start work, buying a little space and making a restaurant out of it. As I made up the menu, I thought of the Potter elves, hoping they were happy wherever they were working and having a good time. They were the ones who had taught me all I know and I could never repay them, they were my mentors and my first friends.
Veelas live forever, but ever since my twenty first birthday I haven't aged a day. I couldn't really tell though, I was only twenty four. I couldn't believe that nine years have passed since Fred died, but they have and I would just have to deal with it. Aries was eleven now and he looked just like Sirius in every way, he would've been a little Slytherin, I could tell. I had raised them right and he had mastered all his magic along with learning a couple of instruments, but I also taught them how to fight like Jaxy did with me and I was no longer afraid for their safety. Gwen was beautiful with freckles covering her fair skin and her straight strawberry blonde hair going down her back. She looked just like me, but she was like Fred, loving mischief in every form, but knowing when it's too much. I was still teaching her, but she had gotten used to teaching herself some of the things or getting help from Aries if she was struggling with something.
As I walked around in the night I saw just how broken I still was and will be for the rest of my life. Fred was my only love and I can't bare the thought of being away from him for all these years. I stumbled into a nearby alley, it was early morning and I was wasted on all the drugs I could find. None of which were antidepressants and I was feeling the effects of the drunken blues. Not being able to handle it any longer, I fall to the side, the wall catching me as I slide down onto the dirt covered ground. This is all too much. My mind starts to wonder into the territory I had avoided for so long, the territory where all my life's pain sits. I couldn't think of Gwen or Aries, all I could think about was how I was cheated of the life that I could've had. Out of nowhere, a very grim thought popped into my head and I couldn't help but smile at the idea, I would do it. Everyone thinks I'm so brave, so strong, but as I took the needle from my bag I knew that I was crumbling. I stuck into my vein, not even feeling an ounce of the pain as I took the substance. I knew it was to much, I knew I would die from this, but my last thought was of the faces of my children, crying in agony as they stand over my grave. It's too late.