Fated
A bright red glow of sunlight illuminates Harry Potter's face. My eyes zoom across his face, taking in the look of determination in his eyes. His pale white face is red as if smeared with blood. The mass of black untidy hair blows around his face and sweeps his forehead. The lightning bolt-shaped mark that had made Harry Potter so popular has vanished mysteriously. I had scarred this boy with the mark. Now, he stands in front of me, wand in hand, looking straight at me, waiting for me to lift my wand. The hall seems to have been put under the Silencing Charm. They all know that this is the boy's last few moments.
I grip the Elder Wand firmly in my hand, urging my fingers to stop trembling. The tip of the wand points towards Harry Potter's chest. This is how I had finished off his parents and this is how he will meet death. "Avada Kedavra", my voice echoes around the quiet hall. I am not even finished with the spell when Harry Potter's yell of "Expelliarmus" fills the air.
The Elder Wand is said to have been granted as a boon by death itself, to Antioch Peverell, the eldest of the three Peverell brothers. It, along with the Resurrection Stone and the Invisibility Cloak make the three Deathly Hallows. The person who owns the three Deathly Hallows, masters death. I have the Elder Wand, also known as the Deathstick or the Wand of Destiny. I have become immortal, master of death because I possess it. Fools like Dumbledore could never have been its true master weak, as they were because of what they called love. But, I, Lord Voldemort, am the true master of the Deathstick.
The Deathstick emits a ray of bright green light from its tip. The ray of light makes its way towards Harry Potter's heart while the red beam of light from the tip of his wand darts towards me. The red and green beams of light are going to collide in midair. I grip the wand with both my hands, willing it to cut through the ray of red light and strike the enemy and Harry Potter replicates me. The disarming spell is a weak spell and cannot overpower my killing curse. Looks like Dumbledore has not taught his student the basics of magic.
A loud bang is heard. The two spells collide in midair. Yellow sparks fly where the green and red jets of light meet, marking the center of the circle we were orbiting a while ago. I hold on to the wand as it starts to get warmer. To my horror, the green jet of my wand is being forced back by the red jet of Harry Potter's wand. I feel the Deathstick slipping away from my fingers. I hold on to it with all my might but it frees itself from my clutch and zooms away, spinning in the air. It lands in Harry Potter's outstretched hand. I don't understand what just happened. The Elder Wand is mine. Harry Potter, a filthy half-blood cannot defeat me. I won't let him ruin my success.
But, it is too late. I see my spell move fiercely towards me and for the first time in my life, I feel fear gripping my heart. Fear of death. Fear of mortality.
The spell is only a few inches away from my chest. I don't want to die. Lord Voldemort cannot die. I am immortal. I am the most powerful wizard. I know such magic that no one has ever thought of. No one can equal me. I have slain countless wizards and muggles to become immortal. I won't die.
The spell hits me squarely in the chest. I gasp. I feel my body falling backward. My eyes look up from Harry Potter's face, at the enchanted ceiling. The sky is lit by a faint glow of orange light. My hands feel limp and my feet cannot hold my weight anymore. I am not able to see anything. My eyes have closed and I have fallen to the ground with a thud. I feel nothing as I lie on the ground. No pain nor any awareness of my surroundings. My heart gives one last, tiny beat and stops.
I had expected my life to end at this point. But, I had forgotten that I am immortal. Death cannot stop me. I can feel consciousness seeping inside me. I can feel my mind steering out of unconsciousness, just like people wake up after sleeping. I feel a sense of joy in my heart at the thought that I am still alive. What a fool I was to think that I was going to die. I am alive and now I can get back my Elder Wand and fulfill my dream of mastering death. I can kill all muggles so that no other child would have to live in an orphanage. I can magnify my powers so that no one can think of counteracting me. I feel elated, but I realize that I am not smiling. The happiness lasts only for a few seconds and is quickly replaced by gloom. I feel as if I cannot be happy anymore if I remain in this place. It is similar to being surrounded by dementors but yet worse. I try hard to open my eyes, but it's as if my eyelids have been glued together. I cannot open them no matter how hard I try. There is darkness in front of my eyes and it scares me. Where am I right now? Where have they kept me? What did they do to me?
I try to figure out where I am at this moment. I try to move my hands and legs around. I suddenly feel really small and weak. I realize that I am lying crouching on the ground with my knees touching my chest. There is a hard marble floor beneath me. I am struggling to breathe properly. Wait, am I breathing? Though I feel the rise and fall of my chest, it is as if this simple activity requires immense amounts of energy. The air feels misty against my face, it is almost toxic for me. Every time I inhale, there is a strong pain in the middle of my chest and it spreads in every particle of my body. Every time my heart gives a tiny beat, I feel pain crushing my body. It's as if I will die if I try to live. But, this isn't even death. It is just pain that I feel. Pain and helplessness.
I am somewhere between life and death. It is like being pulled from two opposite sides. One side has death, pulling me with all might. But, on the other side is life, pulling me with equal strength. I am in the middle of the two. Life is what I want but it gives me pain. Every breath, every heartbeat seems to cost a lot of my energy and gives me immense pain. Death is where I don't want to go because it will mean my end and I fear the ending. I don't want to die. I want to master death. But, this state is not of any good either. I cannot do anything to move towards life. I cannot move towards death either. I cannot do anything to help myself. I feel helpless. For the first time, I feel pity for myself. I want the pain to end, but ending it would mean meeting death. And this thought makes me shiver as I lie in this mysterious place.
This is not my end. I will continue to live in this distorted and twisted way. I cannot be happy that I have not entirely come to an end because this place won't let me be happy. I have to live in this gloom, maybe forever. There is no other way out. I have to accept that I am fated to exist in this manner.