Eternal Suffering

Prologue

The moonlight was the only source of light that night, the shadow of trees all over the ground in the Scotland highlands. A chill wind swept throught the land and not a sound was heard. All was silent that night and no living things prowled the grass that night but for two people, two powerful people who would change the course of magic, and the course of the world.

They walked to the small knoll soundlessly, their boots not making even a rustle in the grass. The taller figure pushed back his cowl as he arrived on the center of the hill, and his companion pulled her hood back too. Auburn hair contrasted with white hair in the illuminated cirlce that night.

The old man looked up grimly at the full moon. "Remus will be about tonight."

"Yes," the woman agreed silently,

"Well," said the man, with a sigh. "Let's begin shall we? But first, Lily, I must ask again. Are you certain you want to do this?"

"I am," she answered simply, but her boice broke slightly. "James has died. It's only a matter of time before- . . . We must do this, Albus, if we are to ensure my son's survival."

"Very well," said Dumbledore, his eyes glistening sadly..

But they both stood in silence for a few minutes, not moving. Finally, Lily broke the silence, surprising even the Headmaster.

"I apologize, Albus, for asking this of you. I know it will be difficult, but I must do whatever I can to keep Harry alive."

"Even to this extent?" asked Dumbledore.

She nodded sadly.

Dumbledore glanced at her, his mind trying to stay itself from anguish. An old, battle hardened man as him did not easily cry, but he found it hard not to this night as he looked as the woman who was as a daughter to him.

"I understand," he finally managed out.

She looked at him thankfully, but said to him, "Albus, I must ask a favor of you."

"Another?" he asked, attempting to lighten the mood.

"Yes," she said seriously. "I must ask you . . . to personally raise my son."

Dumbledore looked at her increduously. "But Lily, with the blood magic left behind-"

"I know," Lily interupted, "but I will not allow my wretched sister and her bastard of a husband to torture him. Please, Dumbledore, it is my last. Train him, but care for him as if he were your own."

Sighing, Dumbledore consented, his nod, solemn.

"Then let us move on," muttered Lily. She pulled her wand from within her robe and conjured platform. It was held up by a pole, only about half a meter high, and its floor was like a catwalk's; holes covered the bottom. She placed the bundle underneath it and stepped onto the platform.

Dumbledore gazed at the contraption angrily. He despised what it would come to. In a motion of his hand, a block of wood resembling the one's executioners used appeared in the center of the platform.

Already knowing what to do, Lily knelt down in front of the stub while Dumbledore bent down in front of the platform.

"I'm sorry, Harry," he whispered sadly to the baby. A soft ring broke out as he unsheathed his sword, the Sword of Gryffindor.

"With this sacrifice, I bind this sword to you, Harry James Potter, last remaining Druid."

In a flash, a lightning bolt-shaped cut was etched into young Harry's forehead by the point of Dumbledore's sword. Crying rang out throught the night.

As if to be over with it quickly, Dumbledore shot back up and stood in front of Lily.

"Good-bye my daughter," he whispered to her and he heard a silent reply.

"And you father," and looking down through the platform, she added," and you Harry."

"With the power of magic at my call, I condemn you, Lily Marie Potter to an eternal suffering, until the death of Thomas Marvolo Riddle."

With a great cry, the old man lifted the sword and brought it down. . . .

A/N: Here's my first author's note everyone. All I will say is . . . READ AND REVIEW!