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Spilled water will never return to its container

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He fell as if from a great height.

Shadow and light blurred in indistinct ragging storms about him.

As he fell he knew only that howling vortex of wind and darkness.

And then, a voice calling out to him through the darkness.

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Hacking and coughing he felt supporting arms and bodies pressed against him.

There were gasps and voices around him but he ignored them, he felt as if he had swallowed a great deal of water and that he must get it out.

Belatedly he realized the liquid he'd expelled from his lungs was not water but blood.

The others were huddled around him supporting his limp body and without their supporting presence he knew he would collapse, but he had enough strength to lift his head to gaze feebly at the face of the man before him.

Kaneki stood unfazed. Small tears and burn marks easily recognized as the product of defensive spells and curses, the only evidence that the others had tried to fight. He could feel the others trembling and their fear had and almost tangible presence.

Kaneki's skin remained unmarred.

Whatever spells had tarnished his clothes had not harmed him.

He stood unfazed a heart Harry recognized as one that had once beat in his own chest held aloft in one hand. He looked Harry thought, like some principal deity, judging them and finding the unworthy of his notice, but deining to cast his eyes upon them if only to smite them for their arrogance at daring to cast their eyes upon him.

That single horrid eye gazed down at them burning into them and Harry shivered.

He was, he offhandedly noted, miraculously, still alive, a new pulse beating in his chest.

Slowly Kaneki brought the blood soaked organ to his mouth and paused before taking a bite, head tilted back.

"Payment for services rendered."

Even paralysed like the others, even though by lethargy rather than fear Harry could not but help but think it obscene as he unable to look away was forced to watch as Kaneki consumed his prize.

Wetting his lip he managed to find his voice. "The horcrux then, it's gone?"

"Hai."

Pausing Kaneki cast aside the last dregs of gore that clung to his skin.

"There's been a change of plans."

"Prophesies don't mean much when their conditions have been fulfilled, or for those who hold little stock in them, goodbye Harry Potter."

"Wait!"

Kaneki paused, turning to look at him over his shoulder.

"There was someone, a woman, the one from your boggart."

At his words Kaneki went very still.

"She's dead isn't she?" wetting his lips he continued on before he lost his nerve, "I think I understand now, about Voldermort, about you."

"She didn't tell me, not with words, or directly, but... the flowers, I saw them."

As he turned his back to them Harry couldn't help but think he looked wistful and perhaps a little sad.

"Rize always did like spider lilies."

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An: Next chapter will probably be the last, baring the probable epilogue afterwards. I'll have it up soon, it's been really fun but alas all good things come to an end, so thank you for sticking with me so long, you are all the best.

Ps. Don't worry Voldermort will get his due, I know you've all been dying to see him get splattered everywhere, you keep telling me after all haha.