On the Flames we glare
Passing faces
So cold and speechless
They look
It is breaking away
A passionate past
The silence of burial
Fragrance spreads
Pushing a stone wall
With bare bosoms
Bleeding
Falls the wall
Glares strengthen wounds
Healing becomes an endless process
Calling futuristic path
We tread so softly
-Harry Potter, The Murder of Luna Lovegood
Harry watched Lord Voldemort with detached eyes. For a moment everything seemed to have a come to a complete standstill as if time itself was frozen. And in that moment Harry remembered.
Flashes of the last two days.
Days that would not return, ever.
A dream of a happy life left unfulfilled.
Luna waking up with Harry's hand entwined in hers.
Luna breaking down and crying in his comforting embrace.
Luna holding him close as if her very life depended on her grip.
Llifting her chin to meet his eyes.
The Kiss.
His first real kiss.
Luna blushing slightly.
The day spent comfortably snuggling into each others arms next to the fireplace.
Escorting her back to Hogwarts.
Whispers flying about their closeness as they entered the great hall together.
The joyous look sent to him by his friends.
The amused look sent towards him by the headmaster.
The apologetic look sent by Cho Chang.
The deriding sneer sent towards by the Potion Master.
The malevolent glare sent towards him by the ferret.
Taking Luna to the kitchens.
Laughing together at Dobby's antics.
Waking up the next morning in the room of requirement with her warm presence close to him.
Dropping her off to her first class.
Leaving for the Dursleys to strengthen the wards.
Coming back to find an unsettling hush over the entire school.
Leglimencing the students.
Running towards Madam Pomfrey's office.
Luna covered with white sheets.
Lifting the sheets.
Luna's lifeless body carved with tattoos. Tattoos of his scar.
The cry of anguish. The cry that shattered everything innocent left in him.
The tears. The tears that flowed from his eyes. The tears that swore revenge.
Revenge for those who had died a helpless death.
Revenge for everything dear that was snatched unfairly from him.
Discovering magical signature residues of both the Malfoys' on her.
His first murder, Draco Malfoy.
Lord Voldemort before him.
And the way a dam bursts everyone suddenly leapt into action. Though to their discredit, every Death Eater found themself unable to move - just like the students had in the dungeons at Hogwarts a few minutes back.
Except for Lord Voldemort. He eyed Harry nervously and with a huge effort forced it down. His Slytherin instincts screamed at him to flee and come back for a fight later.
Looking over at the whelp, he couldn't help but admire how far the brat had come from the strangely calm baby he had attempted to murder sixteen years ago. Before him stood a tall, well built man. His frame was that of a seasoned athlete yet the impression he gave was that of an extremely well bred royal. His eyes... They were glowing dangerously. Like the waters of a deep ocean. Rough and perilous on the surface, with the promise of hidden horrors underneath.
"AVADA KED – ". Harry never gave him a chance to finish the fatal spell as he faded to a soft red mist with a swirling gold and black centre, and calmly stepped into Lord Voldemort's skeletal frame.
The Dark Lord's wand dropped to the floor with a clank and he screamed in agony with his hands on his forehead. "NO MORE. PLEASE NO", he cried desperately.
Meanwhile Harry was rapidly thinking of every loving emotion he had come across. His mother softly cooing to him. Ron and Hermione helping him shoulder his burdens. Sirius offering a place to live with him after he was rescued. Mrs. Weasley hugging him tightly at the end of the third task. Luna's soft loving embrace.
With a final yell, Lord Voldemort stopped clawing his bloodied face and fell lifeless to the ground. Harry tried getting out back to his own body but he found that he was trapped.
A bright light was shining at the end of long dark passageway. An invisible force gently pushed him towards the bright glow. Time had no meaning as Harry finally reached the brightly glowing source of light. A silent tear made its way down to the ground as Harry felt the sheer intensity of the love that the huge orb of light was projecting.
He felt invisible hands gently ruffling his hair. Not a moment too soon a dainty invisible hand lightly caressed his cheeks and softly touched his lips.
"Go Harry. They are giving everything another chance. Make things right. I will meet you soon. I love you".
Harry was violently pushed back and with a groan he opened his eyes.
"Ah! Harry my child. You are finally awake. The stone is safe."
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