Demon in My Soul
A Harry Potter Fanfiction
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"There are many ways to die; but few ways to live."
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...15 years later
It was raining again; the droplets running down the words carved at the bottom of the glorious statue in the Silva de Sinus Carmen—the woods where a bizarre family had lived, if only for one shining moment of happiness. In that time before, with Ally and Blayne.
The rain coursed over the writing, gradually eroding the stone as its lone visitor stared.
He knew he would have to be back soon, Ginny would worry and the kids needed to be tucked into bed... and he had promised Ron and Hermione that they would watch their children while they went out shopping...
But for now, Harry Potter merely stared and thought:
Of all that was
Of all that could have been
Of that day.
Of her.
Standing in the rain beside the statue of his once-ago sister; he let his mind wander.
Blair Kryeen had died in order to seal of Death and its power. She had learned to do so in Salizar Slytherin's book—to kill an untouchable. Now all that was left was a monument.
Blair Kryeen--
Beloved Professor and friend.
However underneath the meaningless scribble, concealed by magic; others had left their mark.
My brother is waiting for you, Ally.
The power released in her demise was able to give Daemon back his human form. Incidentally, he had been with Celia, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione; leading Hogwarts students and teachers in a victorious fight against the Dark Army at their door.
You are my spine and my guiding flame, Professor. You gave me what I had forgotten—the will to fight.
Celia Magnatine and Daemon had been dating ever since he joined Hogwarts school. He would probably propose soon.
I'll watch over him for you.
Ginny was on the Auror force with him now. She was watching over everyone.
I hate you for your sacrifice—you are a stupid, self-centered woman with too much power and too little sanity... I'll miss you, because no matter what...
Harry closed his eyes momentarily, remembering the day he had carved the words...
"..I loved you as my sister."
As the end left his mouth he noticed an inscription below his that had not been there last year when he visited.
I will find you soon, Blair.
Voldemort.
He knew it instinctively, impossibly, that it was him who wrote that.
Voldemort had vanished without a trace after that day. It had taken Harry a long time to come to terms with the truth. That in that warped black hole he called a heart, Blair Kryeen had lit a candle. That with whatever was left of his humanity, Tom Riddle had fallen for the immortal—her cruelty, her power, and her passion. It was that meager girl Ally he couldn't stomach.
Why couldn't I save you, Blair?
The jet black hairs stood up and the boy-who-lived felt himself being watched. He turned from his introspection and scanned the forest trees. In the midst of the rain, he spotted a reddish object. Squinting, he focused on it.
It was a wolf. One with burning fur; standing some distance away and staring at him with golden irises. They watched each other for a moment and then...
It howled; long and wavering and full of notation.
Laughing.
"You did. From myself..."
"Thanks, Harry."
When Potter blinked again he was lying face-down in the wet grass and the rain had stopped. Slowly, he moved; registering the sequence of events and then...
He smiled; standing up and shaking off years of guilt with the cracking sunlight.
"Stay safe..." He turned to leave, green eyes bright. "Ally Anna."
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THE END