"I shall kill the spare" The unfortunately familiar voice pricked at my skin making me want to vomit or maybe commit mass homicide. Then the words that evil voice spoke settled and their meaning burned.

Ric

My Cedric

"Ric No!"

I threw myself in front of him and as I watched the arcing green electricity race toward me. I wondered Idly if this is how my mother felt on that Halloween night so many years or, apparently, a lifetime ago.

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LIGHT

The brightest light I've ever experienced

Blinding Me

Filling Me

Drowning Me

I Wasn't at all

And yet I certainly Was

I've never felt so RIGHT

I've never felt so WRONG

Then the light was gone and I stood instead at the entrance to the Grove. This magical place that housed the greatest of my memories the place I've felt the most safe and where I made one of my most important decision to date. The place I first told Cedric I love him. From my place leaning against one of the two trees that were parted just wide enough to enter I could see out.

And outside of the Grove,

Was the Light.

It had no distinguishing feature no color and yet Millions of colors all at once. Completely and in everyway indescribable, and the most beautiful thing I have ever seen

I climbed into the tree up and up bypassing the ugliest sickliest creature i've ever seen and settling on the seventh branch almost dangerously far out.

"Hello Harry"

A man had appeared beside me. He was older then me but other then age and eyes he was my clone. Or perhaps more adeptly I was his clone.

"Dad?" A smile grew lazily on my face.

"No. well not quite at least" My smile fell to be replaced by confusion. But I could see that his words were true.

My Father, James Potter, had had hazel eyes. But this man's eyes are blue

Different to Cedrics, more of a Sapphire then an Ocean

And Older

Monumentally Older

"Who are you?" I questioned with no heat or force.

"My name," He began "Is Andrew Potter. I am your Great Grandfather." he answered as if that wasn't the craziest thing I've heard today. But I didn't question him I felt no urge to, I believed him completely.

"Why."

"That is the question isn't it? Why do we die? Indeed why do we live? Why are you so blase about your death? Why do others cling desperately to life? But this, this isn't death. No. It's not life either. This my sweet grandchild is choice. To be spacific. Yours."

"I don't think I understand." I tell him truthfully.

He turned to look forward, into the light.

"You could choose to go out there into the on.

There you will be reunited with your parents

and meet the rest of your ancestors.

In a few years,

perhaps longer,

possibly much quicker,

you will be joined by those you left behind.

You will be much fuller in death then you could ever be in life."

He looked me in the eyes and suddenly we were sitting looking into the Groove.

"Or you could go back, to the known.

There you would face great hardship.

Pain,

So much pain

but also love also light.

Eventually, maybe even happiness"

Finally he looked my in the eyes again and this time held them.

"It's your choice Harry and yours alone."

I looked over my shoulder into the LIGHT, I've never been one to shy from the unknown. But what in this situation was truly unknown. I knew what would happen if I went to the light. I'd get everything I've ever wanted My Parents My Family.

But,

I'd lose…

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I returned my gaze to the Grove I looked closer straining my eyes and I could see him.

He was tied up beaten bloody and covered in a foul black mixture of dirt and blood. And yet his eyes shown with a pain somehow still deeper then his injuries. Eyes that were locked on me.

Then through those perfect, I might I just say unbearably kissable lips came my name. Well there was my decision made.

I never could say no to him.

What happened next was a whirlwind of pain, magic, and utter desperation ending with tears on my face a wand in the hand that softly caress his cheek and the other held outward with his waiting for the cup that would take us to safety, I kissed those lips that have officially, literally raised the dead.

Then an explosion of sound.

Cheers and music.

"That's my boy!"

"Help!" I choked "Help Him! Please!" Then hands were on me tugging my away much to my utter and, obvious, displeasure I let them. Until my keen gaze, sharpened by seeker skills and adrenaline,

Locked back on Cedric,

registered no move to help him

and my hysteria returned even more forceful than before.

This time I put raw magic behind my voice strengthening my pleas.

"Help!"

"Help Him"

"Please!"

"He's Dying!"

"I need Him."

"I love Him."

"Please Ill do anything. Just help him!"

And they did bodies covered in medi wizard robes swarmed Cedric one crying out

"He's alive!"

And I went boneless My fight, my desperation, gone.

"Thank You." I gasped.

"Thank You"

Thank You

Thank you

thank you

Then black

An

They say its my birthday

It actually is though

So for my birthday I ask for the gift of views

and for a party favor I give all of you a new chapter and virtual cookies!