The Mutated Amagi Chronicles
Epilogue: In the End...
Song verses
Thoughts
It starts with one...
In the remaining rubble, a stone arm jutted out of the its surroundings. Somehow still sentient, Macnair wished for nothing more than death…
But fate, with its own reasons, decided death was too good for him.
Trapped in his current state, unable to escape his doom, Macnair found himself singing a Muggle song he had heard during a raid… The strangely dressed Muggles had been blasting the infernal music while he was getting to his position in the crowd, and the song had been stuck in his head ever since… Why did it come back now, of all things?
One thing, I don't know why, it doesn't even matter how hard you try.
Keep that in mind, as I design this rhyme to explain in due time.
He had spent so much on this… So many years in the Dark Lord's service… So many kills… So many losses… He had slain his own father when he the bastard had tried to stop him… All his sacrifices… His life flashed in his mind.
All I know…
That time is a valuable thing,
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings,
Watch it count down to the end of the day,
The clock ticks life away
It's so unreal…
He felt the effect even now… Felt his life slowly passing in front of his eyes… watched the sun set in front of him… He felt himself age, though he didn't know how. In his subconscious, he saw himself grow from a child, blissful and compassionate… How bright those days were…
Didn't look out below
Watched the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on but didn't even know
Wasted it all just to watch you go…
He embraced his failure. Wallowed in his misery. He saw them… Saw them embrace the real Ronald Weasley… Saw them Disapparate… But he was too far away to reach them… Stuck in marble limbs refused to do his bidding…
I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart…
And did it fall apart… So close… He should've attacked Potter as soon as they got out of the keep… But he was too scared… Too useless…
What it meant to be will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard and got so far
But in the end it doesn't even matter
I had to fall to lose it all
But in the end…
It doesn't even matter…
Lord Voldemort… I have failed you…
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind as I design this rhyme
To remind myself how
I tried so hard
But what did it amount to? What? Nothing. His efforts had ended in nothing… His life of struggle… Nothing.
In spite of the way you were mocking me
Acting like I was part of your property
Remembering all the times you fought with me
I'm surprised it got so far…
Lucius… You were my friend, weren't you? You were my friend…But power changed you… Becoming Voldemort's successor changed you… Why? Why did you suddenly change? We agreed we would split the power… Why did you change? Dammit, why did you change?!
Things aren't the way they were before
You wouldn't even recognize me anymore
Not that you knew me back then
But it all comes back to me
In the end…
And who would recognize him now? Trapped in the form of a Muggle lover's bastard son…
I kept everything inside and even though I tried it all fell apart
What it meant to be will eventually be a memory of a time when
I tried so hard and got so far…
But in the end it doesn't even matter…
I had to fall to lose it all…
But in the end it doesn't even matter…
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I've put my trust in you
Pushed as far as I can go
And for all this
There's only one thing you should know
I tried so hard
And got so far
But in the end
It doesn't even matter
I had to fall
To lose it all
But in the end
It doesn't even matter…
How ironic that life is thus… One of the most notorious Death Eaters, trapped in a Muggle-Lover's body and singing a Muggle song… I must be losing it…
With a last laugh of defiance, the spirit of Walden Macnair collapsed into a comatose state, lacking the energy to go on… The marble lost its gleam, and soon, the petrified hand was indiscernible from the crumbled mortar surrounding it.
Nearby, Shadow rose from the remains of the fort, spreading his wings to shake off the resistant dust and grime that lingered on his body. The transformation had left him, as it always did, fortunately. The events that had transpired had become a blur… All he could clearly remember was the pain he had been exposed to in the Mind's Gate. Strange… how did he know of such a spell, when that Harry Potter mentioned it?
He dismissed it as a result of his mind probing on Harry Potter. Surely there was no other explanation.
What good had this excursion been? Harry Potter has gotten away once more, and his mystery was still unclear. He had failed. Miserably.
In the end…
As he pursued his many unanswered questions in his mind, Shadow took flight. Unfortunately, however, the transformation had sapped off much of his energy. Chasing the waning sun, he hurriedly searched for his next sanctuary. His mystery would have to wait for another time… another place.
We WILL meet again, Harry Potter… I shall make sure of it.
END OF PART I
2 chappies in one day! Yay!
Shadowblade's evil conscious: More of the suckiness. Yay.
Now you just shut up.
Shadowblade's evil conscious: Just try it, nerd-boy. (bares fangs)
EEEEEEEP!! (RUN AWAY!!)
Strange quote:
Confuscious:
Man on toilet is man on pot.
