Part 12

The story started with a telling of crazy folks these ruffians had met. The Hufflepuff was the one to bring it out.

"I met the craziest man one day. It all started when I was ridding my broom over some country  -- I forget which of course; you know my great memory -- and I see sparks coming from a spot under me. They be no muggle sparks, I tell you! I know them at once to be magical sparks. I wonder what happenings down there, since muggles do have the audacity to travel into our areas, making us has to be careful, you know. So, however was making those sparks, well, something had to be wrong with them or something. So, naturally, after thinking that, I naturally think that there must be some wild party going down there. So I go down there, park my broom in a bush -- which I later found out to be poison ivy covered bush -- and came upon only one man, naked as he was born, old as the old Headmaster..."

Before that comment, everyone had been laughing as the drunken people they were. Now, they all bowed their head in some sort of remembrance. The old headmaster? Of Hogwarts? Dumbledore? The old? Had he retired? Or, had he died?

He did not get the chance to ask, for the Hufflepuff started talking again.

"So, this old man was the cause of the sparks, though I no idea how. He was laying down by a simple but for the magical sparks fire, and he was mumbling. As I got closer, I could hear him. 'Some closer, lads, father has a story to tell you young boys, yes, father does. Yes, yes, Greg, there is adventure. No, Lily, no romance. Father is sorry. But, Jay, there is a terrible evil. Yes, father will tell you know.

"'Once upon a time, in a kingdom somewhere or another, lived a great king. This king was just so ever mighty and great, always doing great things, and just being a great king. As I said, this king was great, but I did add a was there, did not I? Sometime between his middle years and olden years, something happen. People said he went and became a lun, much like I did, my kids. Others said he just showed his true kingly meanly side. For the first time in quite a while, deaths started happening at a kings, this kings, hands. His nice wife was one of those deaths, but before her killing, she did tell the subjects of the king one thing. An evil, just truly evil, voice had taken over her husband and warped him out of reality and into his now insanity. The king lived for one hundred more years in this insanity. He died of old age. No one but time was able to stop him.

"'Oh dear me, that was not the story I be wanting to tell. I am ever so sorry.' A lun, that guy was! What was the point of that story."

The one from forever heard no more. An old persons voice floated through his mind, repeating "No one but time was able to stop him." Forever was a part of time. He had come from forever's vault with its gifts. He was time. He would stop this evil, with time with him. He just had to devote himself to time.

Forever's gift burned Yes.

Part 12

He was close. He could almost smell his prey, or preys in the air, or magic waves. They had tried to kill him. They would die. Most gruesomely and bloody, if he get them to die like that, he would. Maybe first cruciatus and then avada kedavera. Yes that would work. They would suffer for trying to kill him and the voice.

His scar burned painfully. What? Didn't it burn for evil Voldemore only?

It is telling you, yes, Harry Potter. He understood now. His scar wanted him to do good and kill the evil enemy. Yes, kill the enemy. Was that him who thought that, or the voice. It spoke true, so it most have been the voice.

Your prey comes now.

He gripped his wand as he waited.

She hated this. She was forced to do this manual labor, and instead of getting her chaffier, she had to ride on a regular old broom! She was the Minister of Magic, rightly so. But The Famous Harry Potter, the one out to kill her of course, made her do this. He would die. Maybe a forbidden curse was in order. He should have been killed by that age ago. Voldemore knew that, even though he was evil.

Your prey comes.

She grinned. Yes.

The clearing was clear but for him. He stood in the center of it, because he was the centered of it, he knew. He held the key to his glory. This clearing is where he would find his full glory. This day was the day. Yes, it was. He would rule the world.

Your prey comes.

The old man rubbed his hands when his master spook. The time was done.