The first was coming. He could feel it; the master had given him that knowledge, of the first one. The second one, when she came, would be harder to feel. But the first one, that one was coming. He remembered that feel from the place the fist one made him be for so long. He would love it when he could finally kill the evil that prevented him from his true power all that time ago. Yes, he would just love it. The blood running down his fingers from gaping wounds, the screams filling the air as he ripped out the heart. A spell would keep the body alive and...
Focus now. Your Prey comes. Master said. Yes, he would. He needed not to plot how to kill the first one. He would, and would soon.
Time slowed and finally stopped in the clearing.
***
She closed her eyes, sensing the air. He was here, and another one. One, the unknown, was at her destination. (When did she have a destination? She must have had one for a while, but not noticing it.) The other, the one she would kill, he was coming closer, maybe as near as she was, but in the other direction. She smirked.
Time seemed to slow as she headed toward the clearing.
***
Sweat stuck to his skin as he walked. He had been walking for a while, but not enough to explain how far he had traveled, he bet. There was these times when the world would blink and the land in front of him was different. He was travailing somewhere, though he did not know where. It seemed like he was wandering just, but then again it didn't.
He didn't care any longer, about this walking. He was doing forever's biddings, and maybe he would save the world, maybe he would not. Somehow in his walking, he had lost any caring about what he did want. Maybe he had wanted to visit his friends earlier, but now he didn't care. This was his life now, and this was what forever wanted him to do.
His legs slightly ached. He didn't care. He had sacrificed that to become stronger. No pain, no gain. He had no pain, so he would have no gain? He might have chuckled at the irony before but now he was missing something.
The world blinked again, this time longer then before.
***
Maybe he should sneak into the clearing, seeing that there was already someone in there? No, he would not be weak. He was a great man, and great man did not sneak in the shadows like he did when he was young. He was the great Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Wrapping his arms around his wand, he stepped into the clearing.
"Hello, so you came finally." The man, that man who had trapped him in the cell for all those years, he would die, that man. Harry would kill him. By the glint in his eyes, and the laughter before, the man was insane and evil, meaning he needed death. Harry would give him that death.
"Hello, Harry. Nice to see you again." The Minister of magic stepped out of the bushes, her wand in her hand. Their eyes met, sparks flying. Harry raised his hands, as did the others.
Kill them. Use the spell I taught you. The voice screamed. Harry understood.
Kill them. Use the spell I taught you. The voice screamed. The old man understood.
Kill them. Use the spell I taught you. The voice screamed. The Minister understood.
***
They were going to kill each other. He could tell. Should he stop them? They, two of them, were his friends. They had been good friends, fighting evil, getting through scrapes and giant dogs. Were, had been, all past tense. What are they now? Did he know them? Were they good now, still?
The crystal answered with the future.
They, his friends and that old man, they were going to destroy time and the world. Evil had taken them.
He would stop them from destroying the world, though not by stopping the killing. The only way to stop them and keep time safe, the only way was to kill his formor friends. He didn't care any more. This is what needed to be down, so this is what he would do.
Ron Weasly took out his wand and yelled the forbidden curse of death. Ron Weasly watched as the green light engulfed his friends and the old man. Ron Weasly watched his friends die without a tear. Ron Weasly didn't care.
***
I had a nightmare. A small, weak, sleeping voice with a young masculine quality.
I did too. I died in it. Another male voice.
Here too. And old man this time.
We all had it. A female voice this time.
Don't worry about it. Strong, comforting presence washing over their sleeping minds, leading them back to unknowing sleep. It was just a dream.
Really? Then... I think I'll sleep some more. They went back to sleep, their voices no longer disturbing forever.
***
After movie talk type thingy.
Out of the dark shadows comes a cloaked figure.
"In this story, Harry, Hermione, and the old guy, a voice of destruction wanting to take over their minds, well, it does. It uses their emotions to twist them into wanting to kill their own friends so it can destroy time and the world. They became the dark characters of the story, a bunch of evil followers, but they are human. Ron, after being trapped in a realm where he slept and did not live, becomes the hero. He gives up on his emotions so he can save time, the thing that gave him power. He kills his "friends" because he sees them as evil. He becomes un-human.
"There is one question I would like to ask the reader. What here is the evil and what is the good forces and humans?"
The cloaked figure goes back into the shadow and to her glowing computer.
"Now, review please."
