Unraveled
Chapter Thirty-Seven: Battle on the Horizon
Sirius stared at the fantastic indoor fireworks display that the Weasley twins put together. He had noticed that Fiona and Ginny left together earlier, but he also noticed that Harry hadn't returned with Ron and Hermione. Something didn't sit right with him. He stood up.
"Where are you going Sirius?" asked Remus.
"They haven't come back. Something's not right," said Sirius as he stood up to leave.
"He's a bit overprotective, isn't he?" asked Nell.
"Let's go before he does something," said Remus with a smile as they stood up to join Sirius.
Meanwhile, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were having a leisurely dinner in Gryffindor Tower. "I hope they're having fun," said Ron.
"Do you realize how many rules we've broken? And I'm a prefect!" exclaimed Hermione.
"Don't feel guilty. We're doing it for love's sake," said Ginny.
"This isn't right. We've gone too far," mumbled Hermione.
"Don't worry about it," said Ron as he glanced at the Marauders' Map, which they had left unfolded on the table. They had to check on it from time to time. His eyes suddenly widened. "Oh damn!" he exclaimed.
"What?" asked the girls in alarm.
"Her father's moving from the Great Hall. We've got to move. Now," said Ron quickly. Hermione grabbed the invisibility cloak.
"Okay, we'll go and get them. Ginny stay here just in case and stall," said Ron as he and Hermione covered themselves with the cloak.
"Wait! What am I supposed to say?" asked Ginny in a panic as she watched the portrait open. All she could do was stand there and assume the worst. They didn't even leave her with the map.
"Ron, where are they now?" asked Hermione as she guided them forward.
"They're headed towards Gryffindor Tower. We'll probably end up walking past them," said Ron.
"I knew that this was a bad idea from the start. Why did I let you talk me into this?" asked Hermione.
"Stop worrying so much. Think of all the stuff we've gotten away with before. This is nothing," assured Ron.
"This is my fault for allowing myself to get mixed up with Weasleys," she muttered.
"You'd better get used to it," he said with a grin.
"Damn you and your cute smile," she muttered with a sigh. "Let's go and get them before we all get caught."
They stopped talking because they had spotted Sirius on the way with Nell and Remus. They tried to stop breathing. Ron put his hand over Hermione's mouth. She looked at him as he kept his cool. He gave her a reassuring look.
"Sirius, calm down and have some faith, will you? It's not like Fiona would let Harry do anything she doesn't want to do. And she doesn't want to," said Nell.
"I don't care. There's something going on around here," said Sirius. "Let's go."
"Wait, what are you going to do when you get there?" asked Remus.
"Nothing," answered Sirius.
"That's not good enough," said Nell. "I know that she's your daughter, but remember he's your godson, too. Don't hurt him. He's the king."
"Why would I hurt him? I'll just calmly remind him of what we discussed earlier. My mistake was not elaborating on what would happen if he didn't follow my rules," said Sirius calmly.
Ron gestured from underneath the cloak for Hermione and him to move towards one of the secret passages to get to the Astronomy Tower.
"Did you hear something?" asked Remus as he turned his head towards where Ron and Hermione were. Ron put his hand back over Hermione's mouth.
"I didn't hear anything. Let's go," said Sirius impatiently.
"No, there's something over there," insisted Nell.
Ron held his breath as he glanced over at Hermione. She had a look of fear on her face. She was breathing just fine because he had only covered her mouth. He pulled her closer to him as she gripped the map tightly. He decided to do something. He pulled something out of his pocket. It was his wand. He looked at Hermione. How was he supposed to cast a spell without talking? She placed her hand over his and pointed it towards the wall. His wand set off sparks just as it did when he first went off to select it at Ollivanders. It set off because Hermione wasn't the right user for it.
"What was that?" said Nell as she turned.
"Move," mouthed Ron as Hermione nodded. They moved forward until they reached the secret passage. It seemed as if Sirius, Remus, and Nell stopped to investigate and checked the security system. Sirius wanted to hurry up, but Nell and Remus kept him with them. All they had to do was remind him that the security was for Fiona and Harry. He grumbled as he went along and checked the system.
This barely gave Ron and Hermione time to get to the Astronomy Tower. Ron was about to march up to the door and open it. "Wait! Don't just barge in. What if they're doing something?" exclaimed Hermione.
Ron rolled his eyes and said, "Harry. Fiona. We're coming in. It's an emergency."
Harry and Fiona walked up to the door. "Thank goodness they're back," whispered Fiona.
"Is spending time with me so painful?" asked Harry as they waited for the door to open. She gave him a smile, but shook her head.
"Come on. We've got to move. Fiona, your dad's moving towards the common room. We barely got here. Let's move," said Ron hurriedly.
Fiona watched Harry pale over. "He's like a teddy bear," she told him defensively.
"With claws," he corrected.
"Never mind. Let's go," said Hermione quickly as all four of them kept the cloak over them. They all kept silent until they reached the common room. Ginny watched the portrait open then closed. Harry whipped off the cloak.
"Stash it," said Harry quickly as he tossed over to Ginny. She stuffed it into Ron's bag, which was lying on the table. Harry grabbed the map from Hermione. "Mischief managed," he said as he quickly wiped the map clean and folded it up. He put it in his pocket.
Everyone felt like their hearts were going a mile a minute. "Sit down and eat something," said Ginny quickly. "Let's look like we've been here the whole time."
They quickly gathered around the large table. "You had plates set up the entire time," said Fiona admiringly. They really out planned themselves. Just as she said that the portrait opened. "Um…Hi Daddy," she said with a smile.
"What's going on?" demanded Sirius as he looked at each every one of their faces.
"We're eating," answered Harry after some silence.
"Really?" asked Sirius. They nodded and hoped that they didn't look guilty. Hermione would have been their dead giveaway, but she managed to look as perplexed as everyone else was at Sirius' questioning. "Fiona, come with me," he said as he seethed with anger.
"Why, Daddy?" asked Fiona innocently.
"Don't ask," he responded. Fiona knew he was mad, so rather than anger him further, she complied with him. "We have to talk. Just so you know, I know that something happened. It won't take long for me to find out."
Fiona cast one last look at Harry as she followed her father through the portrait. As soon as they were gone, Remus asked, "So, what really happened?"
"Nothing," chorused the teenagers.
"I bet you think you're all so smart," said Nell as she rounded them. "But, when Sirius finds out what happened, and he will because he's not a moron, you will have no protection. So just tell us, so we'll have him go easy on you."
"Bad cop. Good cop," said Hermione.
"Yes," agreed Harry.
"What does that mean?" asked Ron. Ginny didn't understand either.
"Oh, it's not that at all, Hermione. Harry. We're just saying that it would be a lot easier if you'd just tell us what you're up to," said Nell calmly.
"This does remind me of a lot of things that happened when I went here," said Remus fondly. He was remembering James and Sirius' escapades through school. "It's kind of ironic now that Sirius is so grown up. I suppose having children will do that to you."
"Will you stop talking like that? You sound so old. If you're old, I'm old," said Nell defensively.
"Anyway, whatever it is you did, I hope you've enjoyed yourselves because you won't be able to pull this off later," said Remus warningly. "I wonder what Sirius is telling Fiona."
Sirius and Fiona made their way back to their apartment in the faculty section of the castle. He was angry because she wasn't talking. He never thought that his own child would be like this. Was he really that bad as a child? She didn't seem at all bothered by his anger. She was so much like him it was a little scary for him. He wondered if he could handle her. Most parents matured as their children matured, but he hadn't. How he wished he had.
"Fiona, have a seat," he said as he pulled a chair for her. He took a seat across from her.
"Yes, Dad," said Fiona.
"Now, tell me what happened. I promise I won't get mad," said Sirius.
"Nothing happened."
"Fiona, please do not lie to me," growled Sirius through his teeth. "I never liked it when your mother did not trust me. And I do not like it now. Answer me."
Fiona paled as she looked at his intense blue eyes. Her father was a frighting man when he wanted to be. "But nothing happened. We talked. That's really it. By the way, Harry said you told him something about me. What?"
"That depends. What really happened?" asked her father.
"Nothing. Okay, he kissed me," she admitted as her cheeks flushed.
"I see. Is that it?" asked Sirius as he looked at her.
"Yes, why are you like this?" asked Fiona.
"You are so much like your mother. I used to not like it at all when she was going to school. She had this dance partner that was assigned to her. I wanted to rip him apart limb from limb every time I laid my eyes on him." answered Sirius. "I suppose I am a little possessive, but you're really all I have left of your mother. I would just like to keep you by my side a while longer."
"I told you before I'm not going out to get married tomorrow. And I'm not a baby," she stood up and walked around the table and gave him a hug. He smiled. "You are so cute. And a little manipulative brat. Just like me," he told her.
"You know what they say about girls and their fathers, right?"
"What?"
"A father is the first man a girl should love. This will be how she'll gauge her relationships with other men," said Fiona. "And because of you, I have high standards. No one is as great as my daddy. Although, Harry has his moments. Still he's not as great as you."
Sirius laughed. "I've always wondered what it would have been liked if I never left. All the fun I missed not raising you."
"You also missed the times when Mom got mad. I was a pain in the butt," said Fiona proudly.
"Then you are in dire need of discipline. What am I going to do with you?" asked Sirius.
"That's what Mom used to say. I don't know if she ever figured it out," answered Fiona.
They continued to talk until Sirius announced it was time for bed. He was afraid for her. No one was totally prepared for what was to come. He watched her sleep peacefully. He couldn't stand the thought of losing her.
*
The next morning, the Weasley twins celebrated their success outside. It was Saturday morning and everyone was having some free time. Fiona met up with Harry, the Weasleys, and Hermione. Harry had brought something with him, but he wanted to show it to Fiona in private.
"I can't believe we got away with it," muttered Hermione. "I felt so guilty I took twenty points off of Gryffindor."
"You took points off?!" asked Ron in disbelief.
"I had to. I felt so guilty. We should have gotten caught, but we didn't," said Hermione as she hung her head in shame.
"Unbelievable," said Fred. Fiona and Harry looked at them.
"How could you do that? If anything we should get more points, do you realize that we managed to outsmart one of Hogwarts' best known troublemakers?" asked Ron.
"What did your father say?" asked Harry quietly.
"He's wondering what to do with me," answered Fiona. "Apparently, I'm a difficult child to control."
Harry laughed. "Of course you are."
Fiona watched as the rest of the group continued to banter back and forth. Hermione was getting a talking to by the Weasley boys, while Ginny tried to defend her. They were having a nice leisurely afternoon.
"I'm sorry, Harry," said Fiona.
"About what?" he asked her sleepily. He wasn't getting much rest these days. It was because he couldn't sleep.
"I think my dad was the one who suggested we couldn't go to Hogsmeade," said Fiona.
"It's okay. I just like spending time with you. It doesn't matter where," he told her quietly. She felt embarrassed about discussing things in front of everyone like that. She stood up. He looked up at her.
"I'm going for a walk," she announced. "You can join me, if you want."
Harry nodded and stood up. He took one glance at the others. Now Ron and Hermione were fighting. The twins and Ginny were trying their best to stop them. Harry shook his head at his best friends. He knew that they'd stay together. They already acted like an old married couple most of the time. Hermione corrected Ron, while Ron made Hermione relax. They had a relationship that complemented their personalities.
Harry wasn't sure what kind of relationship he had with Fiona. She wasn't even officially his. At least not until he could date her officially. Of course, it was pretty clear that they belonged to each other. He wasn't even sure if she loved him back. All he had to do was give her a good enough reason to before he could date her officially. He had no idea how to do that.
"Harry, what are you thinking about? Are you sleepy?" asked Fiona as she glanced at him.
"Actually, I am," he admitted.
"Then you should have just gotten some sleep instead of going out today," she told him.
"I wanted to see you. Stop here," he told her. They stopped at the edge of the lake. "I brought something for us to look at."
"What?" asked Fiona. She took a seat next to him. He opened the thing he brought with him: it was the photo album that Hagrid had given him after his first year at Hogwarts.
"Let's take a look," he told her.
"Your parents look great. Your mother was beautiful," said Fiona as she stared at the picture of Lily Potter. "Oh, and your dad looks great, too. You look like him. Oh, I'm sorry. You probably hear that all the time."
"I don't mind hearing it from you. Look at this. It's from their wedding," said Harry as he pointed to Sirius in the picture.
"Hey, that's my daddy. He looks so young. I wonder how old he is in this picture," said Fiona.
"Twenty," said Harry.
"He aged a lot. I supposed Azkaban does that to a person," said Fiona. "What else is in here?" She started to flip, but he put his hand over hers.
"Um…that's enough," he told her.
"Why?"
"There's just baby pictures. That's all."
"Baby pictures. Of you? Aw…let me see," she insisted as she continued to flip through. "You were so cute. You hair's funny looking. It looks like it got messier as you got older."
"Thanks a lot." He felt self conscious. Luckily for him, there weren't too many embarrassing pictures.
"Wait a minute," said Fiona as she came to a stop at one of the picture. It was picture of Lily holding Harry with Thalia standing next to them. "It's my mom."
"I forgot about that. I always wondered who she was. I asked Remus before. He was the one who sent that picture. He wouldn't answer me." Fiona ran her fingers over the picture of her mother. She looked so happy.
"I never thought I'd ever see her that happy," Fiona whispered. Harry caught her hand and kissed her fingertips. "Harry, what are you doing?"
"What does it look like?"
"We're out in the open," she reminded him.
"I don't care," he told her as he kissed her lips. He broke off and noticed how red her cheeks were. She quickly looked at the album again. She couldn't really connect the baby boy in the pictures to the teenager sitting next to her. After staring at the picture for a long time, she turned back. "Harry," she whispered.
He had fallen asleep. She sighed. How dare he fall asleep while she was talking? "How rude," she whispered. "Harry." She poked his cheek with her finger. "Wake up." Poke. Poke. Poke. No response. Most people would have been sufficiently annoyed by her actions. "What do you expect me to do? Wake you up like Sleeping Beauty? Get up," she joked gently.
However, she had tempted fate. He pulled her hand and the rest of her body on top of his. Her cheeks were bright red. "You're not really asleep are you?" she asked as he tightened his grip around her waist. She settled her head against his chest. She was positive that his heart was racing like hers, but she was surprised to find that his heartbeat was calm and steady. She looked up at his face and found that he really was sleeping.
Fiona closed her eyes and sighed. The moment she closed her eyes, she started to see something. There was a bright light. She couldn't see what was going on. Then, she saw herself standing in a field. It was drenched with blood. There was only silence.
Fiona opened her eyes again. She was breathing hard as if she was in deep pain. She reminded herself of her surroundings by looking at Harry's calm, serene face. His arms were firmly locked around her, surrounding her with warmth and safety. Harry always managed to do that. She shook her head. Maybe I do love the moron, she thought with a sigh as she allowed herself to sleep.
*
Meanwhile, the adults gathered around for a meeting. "The final attack must be launched soon," said Professor Dumbledore.
"We cannot keep Harry's status a secret any longer," agreed Rufus.
"I don't think the children are ready for this," said Sirius.
"If we wait for the children, then we're already lost, Black," said Rufus.
"You think of them as only tools, Chambers. They are more than that to me," said Sirius coldly.
"Your wife did not make the sacrifice for our cause so we could fail, Black," retorted Rufus.
"You bloody bastard," whispered Sirius as he glared at him. "We cannot go in there without a plan."
Suddenly, a flurry of owls came flocking in. Letters rained down upon the men and women in the meeting. Everyone opened at least one. "Oh, my. There's been a Death Eater Attack in New York. Muggles were killed on streets," read Mrs. Weasley out loud as she paled over.
"There were attacks in Thailand. Singapore. Japan. China. All over Asia," read off Remus.
"It's a final phase from Voldemort. He's inviting us to come to him," said Professor Dumbledore grimly.
"They're getting bolder. Killing Muggles on the streets like that," said Mr. Weasley angrily.
"The attacks have increased. There are Dark Marks rising above houses again," whispered Mrs. Weasley. "This isn't like before. They don't care if they get caught or not."
The letters all bore the same kind of message. The attacks were like volcanic eruptions all over the world. The Muggles had no idea who was attacking. The wizards had to get to work to cover everything up like before. Mr. Weasley was the official attaché to the king, so he had to send a message back to Minister Fudge.
Bill, Charlie, and Percy looked rather pale as they read the messages. There were so many of them. Despite the sunshine outside, there was a cloud hanging over all of them. "Percy, go and find Harry and Fiona. Bring them here," ordered Professor Dumbledore.
Percy reluctantly stood up. He nodded and left the room. He walked outside until he found his brothers, sister, and Hermione. "Where's Harry and Fiona?" he asked in a whisper.
"What's the matter, Percy? You look pale," said Fred.
"Where are they?" repeated Percy.
"They went off for a walk," answered George. "What's wrong?"
"Get everyone inside. Hurry. There's been a breakout of attacks. Voldemort's on the move. There are people dying all over the world," whispered Percy as he turned and walked off.
The entire group stood up and did exactly what Percy had said. He found them by the pond, napping. He sighed. He really didn't want anything happening to either of them. Harry was practically a member of his family. He didn't know Fiona that well, but judging by the way Harry held her, she was very important to him.
"Harry. Fiona. I'm sorry, but you've got to wake up," said Percy gently. They both got up in a hurry and pulled away from each other. Their faces were bright red. Harry stood up and grabbed the album. "I won't tell her father anything. Let's go," said Percy with a smile.
"What's wrong?" asked Fiona. She felt cold all of a sudden, despite the heat from the sun.
"A lot of things have happened. There have been attacks all over the world. The Death Eaters are gaining ground," answered Percy.
"Then what the Hell are we just walking for? Let's go!" shouted Harry in alarm as he grabbed Fiona's hand. All three of them took off running for the Great Hall. They reached the Great Hall nearly out of breath.
"What's happened?" demanded Harry.
"The attacks from Voldemort have increased. We have no choice, but to move forward now," said Professor Dumbledore.
Harry turned to Fiona. She looked pale. She clutched her hand around the crystal. But, she gave a nod, even though she was trembling. "The crystal is ready for it," she whispered.
Sirius looked at her. He marveled at the strength that was crammed into such a small package. "How are we going to get there? We don't even know where his base is," he said.
"I know," said Severus quietly. "Only the members of Voldemort's inner circle know. My family along with the Malfoys used to be frequent visitors to the castle in the Moors. I spent more time up there than most of the other children because of the arrangements my father had made with Voldemort."
Draco shook his head slightly. He knew what Professor Snape meant by "arrangements." He decided to speak up, "I heard my father and Voldemort talk about it. The castle is well concealed. My father asked why he didn't set up there in the first place. He said it was his most fortified base. He didn't want to use it unless he had to."
"Voldemort has probably put more spells on it than the last time. However, we can get in," said Severus.
"How do you know that?" asked Harry.
"Because there's a way out. If there's a way out, then there's a way in, Mister Potter," answered Severus.
"How do you know that there's a way out? What if it got sealed up from the last time?" asked Fiona.
"Your mother was born and raised in that castle. There is more than one way to get there. There is a body of water that runs near it. Otherwise, Avalon would not have been able to connect to it."
"It sounds worst than Azkaban," whispered Sirius. Fiona looked at her father in alarm. "Seventeen years. For seventeen years, my wife had to live in that Hell."
"It's more like a gilded cage, Black. I assure you, Thalia was raised in the lap of luxury. Do you really think that Voldemort would have raised his child in squalor? She was not only trained in magic, but in music and languages. Voldemort was a lover of fine arts in his day. The castle is filled many valuable pieces of art and other finery. And knowing Thalia, I wasn't surprised she would raise her own child in almost the same way, except for the magic, of course."
"Then why did she have nightmares at night?" demanded Sirius. "Answer me that, Snape. You were her best friend."
"Voldemort used his intimidation on everyone, Black. Even his own child was not spared from it," replied Severus.
"He also used it to control her. He wanted her to get used to it. So, that she could use it freely without remorse or compassion. As his child, she could not falter or show any sign of weakness. He probably killed quite a few people in front of her. I doubt that her hands were free of blood," whispered Draco. His hands were clenched. He looked straight at a wall.
Fiona could hear the fear in his voice. Most of the time, she thought he was fine, but that was far from the truth. He liked spending time by himself, so that he could pick up what was left of his life. Even though his father was gone, the pain would always remain. It was an integral part of who he was.
She remembered her mother as she watched. Her mother was the same way. She was tortured. There was never going to be enough atonement in the world to make up for the sins that their family had caused.
Sirius couldn't believe it. Of all the people in the world, Draco Malfoy could see into the mind of Thalia better than anyone, even better than Severus Snape. "There is also much to learn. You learn how to survive. Because you have little choice. You learn to bury your pain, but sometimes it bubbles up. You can't help it. You've seen too much to ignore it," continued Draco. He stopped.
"Mom knew her father better than anyone. She knew what he was capable of before he did it. Or even knew it himself. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had to take such extreme precautions," said Fiona as she loosened her grip on the necklace. "Grandmother said that she's still trapped in this plane of existence and that she can't leave until her business is done."
"Then, we have no choice. We have to attack Voldemort," concluded Harry.
*
Thalia watched her father as he slept. She had forgotten already what it was like to sleep. She was not weary of all the haunting she was doing. No, a ghost never grows weary. It was one of the many advantages of being dead. Those advantages were also disadvantages.
As she watched him sleep, how she longed to strangle the evil bastard. She had fallen in love and married someone opposite of him. She thought of her child. The child who was so much like Sirius. Thalia thought she would have been driven mad by Fiona's willfulness on more than one occasion. However, Thalia had survived Voldemort, so dealing with Fiona was never a problem. Thalia knew that there was no way that Voldemort would adore his only grandchild.
Thalia knew her father so well that she could predict his behavior very easily. She knew that he wanted Fiona's powers. He couldn't take Thalia's because she had converted it into the crystal. He could combine the crystal and Fiona's magic.
There came a noise from outside. Thalia decided it was far more interesting than watching her father sleep. She floated through the door and watched as two Death Eaters entered. She knew of the attacks that the Death Eaters had caused.
"There was an envoy to Avalon. The sword has returned. The King is now in possession of the sword," said one of the Death Eaters.
"It's impossible," whispered the other.
"The King has the sword. If he can break through our defenses, then the Dark Lord will have to face off with him."
"That would be impossible to do as well. The spells we have in place are too powerful."
Thalia allowed herself a smile. True, regular magic wouldn't be able to break through, but another brand of magic would be able to easily pass the barriers.
Thalia was a lot like her father. Her mind was nimble. She knew how to plan for the worst. She used the same idea that her father had used before with his diary, except she hid her ace in the crystal. She was the only person who could seal him. However, Voldemort didn't know about the crystal.
He wanted Fiona because she was the only blood relative he had left. Thalia had thought of marrying a Muggle before, so to further discourage him. She couldn't help it that Sirius was a wizard. Thalia knew that Fiona was a witch very early on. She was a very precocious child and kept doing magic without realizing it. Thalia had to teach Fiona to stop before she was aware of what she was doing. It was difficult to explain to a toddler why she couldn't just make things come to her automatically using her powers or that sliding up a slide wasn't normal.
Thalia remembered talking to Lily years ago. They talked about how special children were in general. Voldemort's idea for immortality was all wrong. One becomes immortal because of the progeny he or she leaves behind in this world. One also lives forever because of the achievements one leaves behind.
Thalia knew her time was brief the moment she had escaped from her father's house. She was so afraid of living out in the open. Until Sirius, her life really was nothing. She would have probably lived much longer, but it would have not been living. There was no living until Sirius came into her life. Fiona had inherited her father's zest for life. She had a disregard for the rules at school. Thalia smiled at the thoughts of her family.
"This is not good. Sirius Black has also been proven innocent," said one of the Death Eaters.
"We must wait for the Dark Lord to wake before telling him the news," said the other one grimly.
*
The air around Hogwarts became thick with anticipation. Harry was having a meeting with the knights, while Fiona went with Sensei Ran to practice her magic more. Both did so voluntarily and without question. The plan was now coming about. There were several spells in place to keep the stronghold from being seen by others.
Fiona practiced her archery. She needed something to relieve her stress. She was more frightened of Voldemort than anyone else. She had good reason to be. Voldemort murdered members of his own family on more than one occasion. He had murdered his grandparents and father. It was written in Thalia's diary. If anything, members of Voldemort's family had more to answer to than anyone else.
She hit the targets on the field with great accuracy. "You seemed troubled," observed Sensei Ran.
"Of course, I am. I have no idea what I'm really up against. My mother wrote that the first people he ever used the Killing Curse on were his father and grandparents. I'm getting the feeling that Voldemort likes to test on his own relatives. I could never be the 'perfect grandchild.' I think I'm driving my dad nuts and I'm pretty sure I did drive my mom crazy. I don't think Voldemort will ever accept me as his granddaughter," said Fiona with a sigh.
"You must be careful. You are about to face off with a part of yourself that you have never seen before," said Sensei Ran.
"How can I stop him then? He's a part of who I am," whispered Fiona.
"That is why Harry Potter is needed. You can't do it by yourself," said Sensei Ran.
"I'm so scared. I don't think I can face him," she whispered. "And what happens when this is over? What will happen to all of us?"
"Life is always filled with uncertainty. Even your grandmother with her water magic could never been able to tell the future exactly. We will have to face it as it comes. That is all that any of us can do," said Sensei Ran.
"The crystal is ready. I wasn't lying. But I never said anything about being ready myself," said Fiona as a breeze flowed through her clothing. She pulled her cloak over her, not because of the chill, but the fear that was running through her. "He hates everything. I only have one grandparent left. Voldemort's Death Eaters fought against my father's family. All the death and destruction. All that hate. It's all him. He's not even human. He's a walking corpus."
"I think there is a tiny sliver of humanity left in him. Otherwise, he would be totally unstoppable," said Sensei Ran.
Fiona fell silent. She had a bad feeling about the whole thing. She knew deep down inside that destroying Voldemort would come down to her. She was the wild card.
AN: Voldemort is a very complex villain at heart I think. So, I've been trying to show him in a different light here and there. He was betrayed by members of his own family more than once. Fiona will end up alone with him at some point. My apologies for the continuing delays. School. It's all my school's fault.
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