Yes, this fic is supposed to be confusing, that is the point. And yes, I am thinking of stopping writing this because of the lack of reviews.

Part 10.

Light, real light was in the distance. He could see it down the passageway. It burned into his just awakened eyes with hope. Life was that way. Freedom from these passage ways. He wanted the light. To feel the slight burn of the sun on his skin, he wanted even that.

The passageways coldness: burning his sanity away before he could find the light. Long hike through that coldness left pains on him that forever had taken away. Now, the light would let him rest. No dark shadow in the light but that which followed and took his friends. The end of this pain of forever soon was coming, but first the freedom of forever's cave.

Yes. The light ahead. No, no longer ahead. There, he felt it. On his skin, heating his skin with a slight burn. Yes, freedom was his. The cave, forever, and sleep were gone as the reality of light came.

He followed the light to the entrance of the cave. Green. The world was green and leaving. Not the red of the cave, green. He grinned as he bent to pick a flower. Forever's gift burned. It didn't want him to pick the flower? Yes, he understood. The flower's beauty would die if he picked it. He didn't pick it; instead he left it to grow. He would not rid this world of beauty. Beauty was good.

He wondered, not sure where to go now. He could go back to Hogwarts? Forever's gift warmed at that. Close, he was, but not there. What was close to Hogwarts? Hogsmeade? The gift did not warm as before. It was a pleasant warmth. He didn't know the way exactly, but from his memory, it wasn't too far away.

He walked. Night came. He walked more. Tiredness came. He slept and awoke to a stench. The stench was him. Dried blood plus sweat did not equal a good smelling him. His nose was most unpleased with him right then. He needed water as soon as he could get it, and some new clothing.

Water came soon in the form of a nice, pleasant stream that turned redish brown as he washed. The steam was no longer perfect or pretty because of him. Forever's gift burned. Yes, it was right. The stream would not be red for long. His defilement of it was not forever. Nothing was forever but forever, and maybe not even that. And this stream's red would not be a long time, not near forever. But right now, it was red, and that mattered to him. The gift again burned but pleasantly again. To preserve and protect what was good, he should do that the crystal said. He understood.

Finally clean, he got out of the stream. Lying next to the bloody clothing that still smelt, laid the wand he could not find before. He grabbed it and held it close. His wand, the one he had through the war. The one he had when with his friends. His wand was his again.

Now, what to do? He looked at a small flake of blood on his wand from his clothing. New clothing, yes? Yes, those would be slightly good. He waved his wound, said the correct spell, and got a nice, good set of wizard robes that were nice and clean, and in a dashing crimson colour. Modesty at his nakedness took over, thus he quickly put the robes on.

The stream had one more purpose. He had to look at himself. Maybe it would tell him how much time he had lost asleep, but in the realm of forever, could he have changed?

He looked into the water, and saw himself in a tint of filth. He had not changed. In the water, he saw himself as he had seen himself before the travel to the forever. A seventeen year old, red head looked back at him with his eyes. Though one thing changed: he had no pimples at all. Either no time had gone by, or forever had not changed him.

Part 11

Finally, he reached Hogsmeade. It was not like his face, though not that different. Wizards seem happier almost, though naïve also. The stores themselves had little changed, but for a bit worn in some places and a bit painted and renewed in others. New stores also had come, and some old ones gone completely. One store caught his eyes: Weasley's Wizard Wheezes: The Hogsmeade branch. The twins dream had come true, as it showed. And he had been gone much longer then his face showed. The building the twins shop had been it was not there before, but it now showed its age as not being new. His face did not at all show his time in forever. Not at all.

He turned to go into the shop, but the gift burned. It did not want him to go into the shop, so he did not. He continued on the street, wondering where the gift wanted him to go. Some kids rushed by him playing some game he did not recognize at all. They looked like Hogwarts kids; it was probably a visit by the amount of kids here. Maybe even some of his former classmates kids were here? Had it been that long? He could remember the days when him and his friends used to come down here, stop at the Three Broomsticks for a butter beer... The gift burned. That was it. It wanted him to go there, to the three broomsticks. Yes, that was it.

He grinned as he went there. A butter beer sounded fine to him. The Three Broomsticks also sounded fine, and it also soon appeared to his eyes, almost the same though also more worn then he remembered.

He stepped into the much well remembered tavern. Butter bear and laughter filled the air. It was good to be awake again.

Some ruddy guys, and one ruddy girl, called him over to their table with a "Hey, stranger, want a drink." Out of money and all, he sat beside them with a pleasant thank you very much. The alpha male type man ordered him a drink in his loud voice as he sat down. Introductions preceded that, where found he knew one, though one name did ring a slight bell, of a second year guy in Hufflepuff when he was in seventh year. Thankfully, his hood covered his face and the Hufflepuff did not recognize him.

He sipped on his butter beer as he listened to a conversation he heard. In this conversation, a quite interesting conversation he heard, about a voice and evil.

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