Scene V
Time had forsaken me for eons, letting me rot in misery and my heart cry countless bitter tears, but now…
Colors swirl with black, madly invading my vision, confusing my senses until I know only joy and sadness and love.
Confusion is its own sweet escape, for through the pandemonium there remains one thing—
Him. I will never, have never loved any but him. I will be his.
Summer will bring warmth and freedom and marriage. No one can know but the night sky, no one can hear but the ocean.
I push warm blankets from myself. The soft breathing of slumbering girls who have ventured nothing reaches my ears, who listened as I risked and received everything.
Robes replace my nightgown in a rustle of fabric. The hallway replaces the dorm in a soft series of footfalls. Morning has come, but the students do not greet her. Alone, but gloriously so, she colors the sky and dances upon tightly-furled flowers.
Heedless of the calm morning, a set of heels races across the hard wood. The professor, unknowing of my roost upon the top stair, vanishes into a hallway, a pigeon, fearing a fox, safe within a birdhouse.
Against the worn wood, something glints, darker in color and lifetimes younger.
I travel the stairs, The early sun's beams of light dance through windows, high above. My hand, reaching for the wand, is second to another, larger, paler.
The past uses dark corners to stalk the future.
A man who mutilated my hopes for, then inadvertently gave me the happiness that I know held in my heart clutches the length of willow.
In the hidden tower, ash litters the floor, ready to live again, weary with death.
I don't wonder how he got here. Outside, fear paralyses me, but my brain is only quicker from my body's slowness.
He's been here the whole time. Voldemort cannot retrieve him here.
Things hidden are found. Hidden flaws become glaring imperfections.
But he can leave, if he is clever enough. He can rescue himself.
His eyes hold me a different kind of captive. They are unchanged, a clear that one cannot see through.
I'm running, running from the past, too wise, too alive, too complete to be hurt again. I have lived so much and loved so much that if history were to repeat itself, if the future were to be taken.
No hint of panic in him, I hear him gift me what I do not want any more.
"Avada Kedavra."
~*~ Fin ~*~
