Horcruxes. Lots of them. We tracked them down and destroyed them one by one. Following Dumbledore's memories and the relics of Voldemorts childhood. We found one in the old orphanage hidden under a bed. Voldemort's bed. Another we found at the grave of his father. Ravenclaw's relic. We nearly lost Chris trying to destroy that one. That awful snake was hard to track down but it to was a horcruxe.
The last horcruxe was the hard one. We searched round the globe for a year. We were all seventeen when we found it. One year together running away from those we loved so that we could save them. We flitted from hotel to hotel. City to city. Never staying long and never ever getting too attached.
But as for that horcruxe, it was hard. We knew that one part of Voldemort's soul was actually in Voldemort but the final part. We did not know where it was.
We found it. It was a necklace. A beautiful necklace that we found in an old house. The house was abandoned and run down. Old and musky. The necklace was found in what looked to be a nursery. It was the easiest to destroy but when we finally looked at it clearly, anger boiled in us.
"Lilly Potter," I read off of the necklace. A locket. My mother's locket. A gold locket in the shape of a heart and inside it was a picture of the three of us with James.
"Mom," Chris whispered.
"Dad," Harry cried.
It was a dark day, in our old house. Our mother's life had been taken to create an instrument of Voldemort's evil. The cruelty. The anger. We wanted him dead. He would be weak now and we were ready.
Voldemort had been reeking havoc all over the world for a year. We felt badly that we could not save the people he killed but we were not ready. Finally, there, in that house, we were ready. Mentally, physically, emotionally. Ready to be done with his soul living in me. Ready to be done with his thoughts. Ready to be done with his strength. Ready to let go.
For the first time in over 15 years we slept in our own house as a family. A picture of mom and dad beside us. To watch over us and guide us. We knew what was to be done.
While there that night, we learned how to read each others minds. We were connected but for the first time, I could hear what they were thinking as clearly as it they had actually said it. With this new found talent, we were ready to face the Dark Lord. At least, we felt ready. We set out to find him.
We found him. The Dark Lord was easy to find because he was trying to find us. We found him one night at midnight in a graveyard. He was giving instructions to death eaters including Crab, Goyle, and Malfoy.
"Kill the Moody family. We have dealt with there pesky interventions long enough," the Dark Lord barked in a blood curdling voice. It chilled me to the very bone.
The three hooded figures standing before Voldemort disappeared. Traveling elsewhere to kill innocent people. This reign of terror had to end. Linking arms the three of us stepped out into the open.
"Potters," Voldemort said, "I have long waited for the chance to see you. You have done well hiding all these years. I had no idea that you were twins until you told me."
He meant me. My dream had told him. Curse him for reading my mind. Curse me for thinking of him and attracting his attention.
"Don't you blame her for all your problems? Isn't it her fault our in this mess?" Voldemort continued.
"No," Harry said, "thoughts should be private. It is not her fault you invaded hers."
Voldemort shrank back a little.
"Don't you blame her for keeping the family apart?" Voldemort continued.
"Somehow we always knew that we had siblings. We don't blame her," Chris said.
Voldemort took a step back.
"Don't you hate Malfoy for almost killing all of you," Voldemort tried again.
"Anger and hate are different. He just did what he thought was right. When in fear we can do many strange things," I said defiantly.
I was sure of it now. Voldemort was shrinking away every time that we forgave someone.
"I forgive the Ministry," I said, "for hiding me all those year."
Voldemort stepped away again.
"I forgive Malfoy for killing Dumbledore," Harry said.
They were catching on to my plan.
"I forgive my foster family for not allowing me to become a wizard for so long," Chris said.
Voldemort staggered against a tomb stone.
"We forgive you for killing our parents!" The three of us yelled.
Voldemort screamed and disappeared. He was dead. The last bit of his soul destroyed. It was forgiveness of the chosen ones that brought about his downfall. The grudges we held had to be forgotten. Seven of them. The most powerful magical number. Voldemort believed in that kind of stuff. It's what killed him. Ironic.
Things seemed to return to normal. Death Eaters were either sent to jail or disappeared back into the wood work. Slowly, the world began to piece itself back together. My family. My family and I moved in with the Weasly's. Forever.
That first time that I saw Fred again was a great moment in my life. We ran into each others arms and I begged him to forgive me for leaving. He did.
I never returned to Hogwarts. My few days there I treasure forever. My brothers and I learned to never hold a grudge, because they are the root of evil. Some lessons must be learned through experience. Some might say, we learned our lesson. We did, but sometimes, evil has to learn a lesson as well.