Epilogue: Dance of Destiny ---
It was suppose to be a day of love. A dance of dreams so to say. Ron and Hermione strode through the doors in a haze of love. Hand in hand, they spent the night in each other's arms, no worries about what went on, only brieftly wondering where Harry and Draco went. The Valentine's Day Dance. Dance of love. Dance of dreams.
For the two lovers far, far away from Hogwarts, it is a dance of faith, a dance of broken dreams. A dance of chance and destiny.
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Draco had came back shortly before the supper bell and gently roused Harry from his fitful vision, "Love?" A small tender kiss and the spell that held the Boy-who-lived was broken and he awoke, pale and trembling, wondering about his life and who he really is. "Time for supper."
Time to face the music. The two never made it to supper. The instant they set foot outside those protective doors, they stepped on a portkey and was instantly transported to a dark dungeon deep underground.
"Voldemort." Harry whispered horrified when in the very next second, he spied a battered and beaten figure, but its form was proud, no matter how it looked, it refused to bend.
But was this figure really Voldemort? The bane of Harry's existance?
Another figure appeared and Harry's eyes widened. If it wasn't for Draco, he would have rushed towards the figure in a shout of happiness. "Let me go! It's my dad! He's alive!" But when the figure turned its head towards Harry, he stopped his struggling, "Dad?" His voice was so small and Draco steeled himself. This was only a vision, nothing more. The spell that was cast was too great, no one can see them. HE swore on the grave of his dearest love... and the life of his only child.
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James turned his head to where he thought he heard a noise and frowned before turning back to the figure before him. "Hello Thomas." He grinned, "How do you like my hospitality?"
There was no answer from the proud man. There was nothing more that he can say. All that was his was taken. "Lily..." He whispered as in prayer. At that name, James' eyes narrowed and he exploded in fury, casting every dark spell he knew.
"You think you could take her away from me." He laughed long and hard as Tom writhed in agony, "Guess what Tom, she will always be mine. Even in death, she is mine." His eyes grew hard, "You hear that?!" He growled, "MINE!"
And so she was. A ghostly figure of a woman appear above their heads.
"Lily..." Tom whispered through his pain as she lifted her head and two twin drops fell from her eyes as she slowly came down and hovered behind James. In death, he had sealed her. And forever she was his. If not her heart, then her soul. Forever.
And from then, Harry's world exploded.
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Author's Notes: Check out "Star-crossed Lovers" if you haven't already. It'll clarify some VERY loose ends I've left here and I know the story isn't finished, it will follow Lily through her meetings with the Mauruders and Tom Riddle in "Star-crossed Lovers". Sorry about this, but this story has diverged too much for it to be about any type of game. Not to mention the genre has gotten quite dark and no longer humorous.
In ScL, I'm going to start with the story of the love triangle of Lily, Tom, and James and my version of how Harry got his scar. After that, it'll slowly pick up to where I left off here. Hope you guys understand.
So far only the prologue is up, but I WILL get the first chapter up by Thanksgiving. You guys have a choice, short, 5/6 paragraph chapters and biweekly updates or 12/13 chapters and monthly updates for that story. Cast your votes either here or there. But check it out! Thankies!