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Beta's:

Still running solo on this one. Hopefully I did all right. I have Beta'ed this story to the best of my limited ability. There will be mistakes, but I hope to have limited them so that it does not detract from the story too much.

Note:

If you don't want to read an Authors drivel, scroll down to the chapter start. This si the only warning you will get. This story, as some are guessing, is pretty dark. It's meant to showcase what Evil can do, and how years later those who fought are still feeling the impact, especially as it revolves around Harry. Most cannon characters have had had something really horrific happen to them, their characters are changed from those events. Yes, this story is pretty vague on some things, but as chapters unfold those details you are looking for will come.

This story is an experiment in writing for me to see if I can write a story in this way. Confusing, convoluted, strong dark themes, while still writing people as they are in their cores. In addition to write a story so the reader feels that they came right in the middle of the story, but not so confusing that a reader is turned off from continuing. I may fail, I may succeed, but at least I am trying. Breaking out of the standard format of ones writing comfort zone is a good exercise in any regard. Questions, concerns, thoughts, ideas, really anything would be appreciated so I can get a feel and see if my chapters are getting the desired impact to you, my readers. Now, on with the show.

Chapter 2, We Won't be Swayed

She walked slowly down the iron work spiral stairwell ran through the center of their home. Her long flaxen hair tied as it always was during the day in a tight braid while her house robe fluttered softly about her small feet. Her easy measured steps carried her to the ground floor and into the small kitchenette. She hummed dreamily to herself a little tune that she heard a few times while working in Milan. She opened the cabinet and took down the kettle she found during their time in Los Angeles for her and Neville's morning tea. It was a simple Blue Willow print depicting a small cottage near a river but it was easily the favorite of her growing collection. While the water slowly came to a boil she looked about her home with a smile and a content sigh. A lovely little mundane, perfectly normal ritual she cherished in the few and far between days they were home. Continuing on she busied herself with preparing a light fare for their breakfast. she resumed her humming softly to herself enjoying the normalcy of the crisp morning, simply reveling in it. The last four months had seen little of these moments and she knew their time home was going to be limited. It always was. There was always another contract waiting for them.

She looked through the window in front of her out into the forested lands around them. The rebuilt Rookery rested in the small clearing she and Neville cleared out themselves. During The Hunt Harry had led them here to hide out for a few days. Neville had taken her for walks around their camps and both fell in love over the sense of peace the place gave them. A feeling that was so rare in those chaotic days. She couldn't think of a better place to put down roots after the losses of the original Rookery and Longbottom Manor. She was very happy to discover that Harrys Construction Company managed to finish the last of the buildings while they were working in Panama. They now had five Greenhouses, the Rookery with a scaled down cottage version of Longbottom Manor adjacent to them. It was perfect. As she checked on the scones she hoped the next contract wouldn't take as long as the last one. If not they might be able to get a jump on seeding all the plants they had been collecting the last five years. That would be a wonderful hobby during their infrequent down times. For both of them. She sighed contently at the thought.

Slowly her eyes took note of her ghostly reflection in the glass slightly souring her good cheer. Her outward appearance had not changed much in the last few years. She was fit carrying very little if any extra on her small lithe frame. No chance of that with the active lifestyle they lived. Hair still fair and bright, her skin maybe a bit more pale than she liked. Her skin never seemed to take color from the sun as she wished. Her currently more than usual paleness was understandable considering the trials of the last few months. Maybe she should try sunbathing again? She didn't know if there would be enough time while Harry recovered. She could always try one of those Muggle sun tan booth things Melissa was talking about last week. That could be fun, if nothing else than as a novel experience of trying something new.

Her eyes fell, as they always did, to the long scar that marred her face. It ran from just under the right side of her nose, past the corner of her mouth slightly turning it downward and down her neck ending just short of her collarbone. It was a long healed, jagged reminder of the darkest hour of her life. It was only three days after Harry rescued her from that fate when the two of them came across Neville and rescued him from Riddle's assassins. Targeted only because it was known he was friendly with Harry and as a way to try to flush him from the wilderness in which he hid so well. Had it remained just the three of them things might have been different, but then they stumbled across one of Riddles Death Camps or 'Muggleborn Relocation Posts'. It was pure happenstance they even found it at all since Harry was just Apparating randomly when they literally stumbled into it while looking for a campsite after they picked up Neville. It was one of the smaller ones used mostly for research experimenting on Muggles and Muggleborns, which was fortunate because those didn't have a lot of opposition. After they destroyed it, they were over thirty strong with half that too sick or injured to fight. Her captivity, Neville's close shave with the Dark Creatures Riddle sent to kill him, and the camp, it was all just too much. She shivered remembering Harry's conversation with Neville when he told him of his plans going forward.

She remembered the day they put the first part of the plan to action. It was a day of chrysalis for her. The details crisp and clear as if she lived it just the day before. How she walked up the gravel path to the large house. That deep breath to still her nerves as she raised her small hand and knocked on the door. The reverberating echo of the hard unyielding medal of the object in her fist against the soft wood. That slow passing of time where every beat of her heart rang like thunder in her ears.

"Who the bloody hell is it?" came the angry voice behind the door.

"Telegram!" She immediately responded in that overexcited perky voice Harry said was necessary for the ruse to work.

"What?!"

"Candygram!" She improvised cheerfully loud enough for him to hear her. After all, who didn't like Candy?

She heard the grumbling, the pounding steps of the man as he made his way to the door. She waited for what seemed like an eternity before the door was jerked inward and the houses occupant stood before her. She didn't know what he expected to find on the other side but could clearly see she was not it. The small slip of a girl with her tangled filthy hair which obviously hadn't seen water or brush in months much less shampoo. Not to mention more than likely she had a leaf or twig sticking out of it somewhere from the forest litter that was her bed just that morning. Her cloak tattered and worn, clothes far too large for her body showing signs of neglect with patches and holes here and there. The smudge of dirt over her left eyebrow trailing down the side of her face. The clean yet bloody bandage that covered the ragged wound that ran from her mouth down her neck. She watched his confused eyes comically cross to the object she was holding right in front of his face. How his eyes focused to the tip of the barrel of the .357, along the top of the sight and past it, to look into her eyes. How his confusion faded to fear as their eyes met and he could clearly read her thoughts as if they were words on a piece of parchment.

At that moment, time suspended, she took back something that was stolen from her a mere week prior. She was not the fragile victim she was then. That day they took something from her that could never be given back, could not be reclaimed, and would never be forgotten. Ever. Today she was going to take back control of her life. No longer the ravaged victim of war, she was Luna Lovegood again.

And Luna Lovegood celebrated her return by pulled the trigger.

She never fought the kick of the pistol when her arm jerked upward, nor did she try to stop her arm from going numb and falling to her side. She sucked in quick breath as the report of the weapon rang counterpoint to the rain of blood. She felt almost disconnected from the sight of the bullet as it ripped through the man's head and out the back. Slowly she let out the air in her lungs as if it was cleansing. Carrying all the evil they had infected her with. Watching as the man's head rocked back. His knees gave way as he topped backward to land spread eagle on the floor of his sitting room. The slow moving pool of blood as it drained onto the hardwood floor around his head like a crimson halo. She never blinked and for a few moments she didn't move. Not even to wipe his warm blood from her face where it had splattered when she shot him.

Everything was a bit of a blur for the next few moments her focus almost completely on the man she just killed. She remembered Harrys hand on her shoulder when he moved past her. His strong presence reaching out to her, warming her barren soul. His soft words of his pride in her. Her slow smile that blossomed fully as if Christmas had come early and Santa had brought her exactly what she wanted.

"Five minutes people! You got your assignments, let's get this done. There are a lot of people waiting on us so let's do this and get back." Harry's voice barked.

She never heard the sounds of multiple apparations. The sounds of the score people who rushed into the house were muffled to mere white noise. Their forms going through cabinets, filling sacks with potions, food, clothing, or other valuables existed as only slight shadows to her eyes as they sped to and fro. She wondered what the last thing to go through his head was… aside from the bullet. Did he repent? Was there even a shred of good in him that in that last moment rose up from the depths he chained it and screamed, 'I told you so?' Or was it as she suspected and his only regret was that he could no longer rape and murder in his masters name?

Luna moved from her ponderings to the things going on around her. She only knew what everyone else was doing from remembering the briefing where Harry gave everyone their tasks. It wasn't until one of the muggles they rescued called out to Harry after he shouted out they had two minutes left could she focus completely on the raid going on around her.

"Fires lit in the Kitchen Harry. Marcy's got everything edible out."

"Tanks are set up Harry, ready to go when you are." Another added.

"ONE MINITE PEOPLE! If we don't have it by now, it's not worth it. Let's Go!" Harry shouted. People ran by carrying cloths, linins, blankets, sacks of valuables, edibles, or really anything not bolted down or too heavy to be carried. As their people bolted outside and the stream of apparition pops started to fade, Harry walked over to where a group of medal tanks had been set up. She didn't know what was in them but Harry and three others raided some Muggle station to get them. She watched as Harry turned one of the valves creating a hissing sound that had some kind of funny smell.

"Come on, the fuse is lit and we got all we could. Time to go." He stated flatly to her as he rose and took her hand. She nodded trusting him allowing him to slide along apparate her back to camp like the muggles who were helping them. She never went back there, but they did hear form their sources there was nothing left of the building. By the time anyone realized something was wrong, it was already half leveled and burning so fiercely not even magic could stop it.

A masculine voice shattered her reverie. "You know, it's far too early in the morning to be thinking that hard."

Luna smiled when she felt his arms encircled her and his lips touched her head in a soft kiss. She turned slightly and kissed his cheek while looking into his eye. "Remembering the day we struck back."

"Hmmm, I remember. A lot of people got their first good meal that night. If I had been faster Stunpike wouldn't have nailed me with that blood boiling curse and I could have been there for it."

"You didn't missing anything love. There was only Carson. If only all our raids afterward had gone so well as that first one."

Neville's gentle eye held her own. "I know." He didn't need to say more, and she knew it. They had covered this ground before. She reached up and cupped the side of his face before going on her tip toes to place a kiss on his ruined right eye. The scars had long healed and though the twisted ruin of the closed empty eye socket might have deemed him unattractive to others it did not turn her off.

"You know you're not supposed to be about yet. Healer Lawson said you needed bed rest for a day or two before he would clear you for light duty."

"It was just the Cruciatus Curse love. It's going to hurt if I'm in bed or maybe taking a walk?" he hinted with a rakish look.

She couldn't help but smile at his antics. "I might be persuaded to look the other way and not report this infraction to your Healer. However Mr. Longbottom, I will demand a steep price." A profiteers look in her eyes.

"O-ho, and what might that be? I would pay any ransom for the chance to take a stroll through the woods with such a fair maiden as you Mrs. Longbottom."

Both of them stiffened when the sudden spike of magic reached out to them from the wards effectively murdering their playful banter. Both looked out the window to see a brown hair woman striding up the long path to them from the forest boundary.

"O dear. It's Tracy."

She heard as well as felt Neville grunt. His eye narrowing in distaste. "I knew better than to curse the day when I woke this morning wondering if she'd found out Harry was back."

Luna sighed while reluctantly leaving her husband's embrace. "We knew this was coming. I am honestly surprised it took her this long before confronting us. It's been building for years."

"Maybe. Well, no help for it then. I'll be in the solarium." Neville stated before he slowly limped his way in that direction.

"Yes love, I'll bring her there once the tea is ready."

Luna busied herself and finished preparing their breakfast by the time she knocked on the door. Luna opened the door to let her in while Tracy was unwrapping her scarf from around herself. "Good Morning Tracy."

"Hi Luna. Sorry about just dropping by but we need to talk." Tracy bluntly stated.

"Neville's in the solarium. We were about to eat breakfast, your welcome to join us." Luna said while picking up the tray and leading the way.

"I heard Neville got hurt from Ron." Tracy not so subtly inquired as they made their way through the short hall that connected the Rookery to other areas of the small manor house.

"Cruciatus exposure, a few cutting curses, some minor bruises and burns from the roof that fell on us. Nothing too serious. Some rest he will fine in a day or two. It seems every wannabe Dark Lord thinks throwing around Unforgiveables and flashy magics makes them special. This one did have a talent for evasion so it took a while to track him down."

"Ron said you were in Mexico?"

Luna shook her head, and only half of it meant to answer Tracy's question. The small talk was grinding on her nerves. Especially since both of them knew this was not a social call. "Panama at their request." As they entered the solarium Luna walked over to the table to lay down the tray. Neville was sitting in his favorite stuffed back chair looking calm. The only sign to his agitation was the rolling of his fingers on the armrest. She gave him a cup of tea which removed that tell. After she served Tracy and herself she sat unobtrusively on the arm of his chair.

They sat for a few moments enjoying the moment. The solarium was as close to a greenhouse they had managed in the last few years. With all their time abroad and the construction they had to content themselves here. The room was filled with a strong mix of magical and non-magical plants. Nothing as extravagant or as useful as say Mulkswood but they had Roses, mums, as well as a variety of hybrid Bellus Senistra. The leafy plants seemed to change color as they watched depending on how much of the sun's rays they could personally claim. She always liked that one and was very grateful when Neville was able to procure the rare seeds they sowed here.

"I take it you found out Harry's back. By the sour look on your face, you're not as happy about our homecoming as we are." Neville stated from behind his tea cup shattering the silence.

"It's not that I am unhappy with you being back Neville. I don't like what he's doing to Daphne. This sick relationship they have needs to stop before he breaks her." Luna raised an eyebrow at the blunt to the point tone of voice Tracy used. It seemed Charlie was rubbing off on her as this was far from the usual tactics Tracy normally would employ when this topic was brought up.

Neville chuckled as he lowered his cup to set it aside. "Blunt and to the point. Good, I'm not in the mood to dillydally or fence with words. It's their business Tracy. Not yours, not ours, not anyone's. To my knowledge Harry has never mistreated Daphne in any way. Do you know something I don't?"

The Slytherin alum frowned as she also set aside her cup. "No he hasn't…"

"Never raised his hand to her? Verbally lashed out? Asked her to do something that was against her will?" Her husband inquired.

"No."

Neville's confused face continued to focus on their guest. "Then I don't see the problem."

"Do you know what I found when I visited Daphne yesterday Neville? Daphne cleaning up her sitting room which was soaked in enough blood to have been mistaken for a Butchers Workshop. That is what I am talking about Neville. I can't stop your fools from your suicidal adventures but he doesn't have to go to Daphne to get his skin stitched. You have your own healers; Daphne mentioned training a few of them."

Luna kept quiet and sipped her tea while Neville retorted. "He doesn't go to Daphne for that. She does that of her own free will. Hell, he's not even going to her at all. Have you forgotten that the flat she lives in is actually Harrys? Granted he's almost never there but it's still his place. She doesn't have to live there. If I remember it right, she just moved in and started taking care of the place. When she wanted to open the clinic to expand her healing skills he offered her any of a dozen locations but she chose to open it up under their flat. Except for back at Hogwarts or during The Hunt, I don't remember a time Harry ever asked her to patch him up."

"Neville, I'm just asking for some help…"

"Then you came to the wrong place. I'll not betray Harry the way the rest of our society has. Not for you. Not for anyone. Unlike the rest of you, I have never forgotten what I owe Harry, both personally and as a member of Wizarding Britain."

Luna raised her eyes from the dark depths of her tea. Tracy was frowning and appeared to be biting her tongue. Neville just sat stiffly in his chair while he waited for their guest rebuttal.

Still frowning Tracy spoke carefully. "This has nothing to do with Harry's legal troubles with the Wizengamot Neville. This…"

If she hadn't been expecting it she would have jumped when Neville slammed his fist into the arm of the chair and started shouting. A quick way to anger him was to bring up that very topic. "It has EVERYTHING to do with that! The rest of you sheep might be comfortable forgetting what we owe Harry, but I assure you WE have never forgotten it."

Having had enough of Neville's attitude Tracy fired back. "You. Went. Renegade! What the hell did you think was going to happen? By Merlin's cock Neville what did you honestly think was going to happen when you broke the Compact? They would just nod their heads while turning a blind eye to the fact several Houses went Renegade? They would forget that you took your families Magic from their kept places and started a guerrilla war? The times you stole, murdered, and eradicated hundreds of year's magical history? Don't even get me started on the mess you created by involving the Muggles!"

Neville waved off her points with an angry cut of his hand. "Riddle involved the Muggles with his Muggle Hunting and Death Camps. You weren't there; you didn't see the wretched things done to those people. Muggles are not animals Tracy, but even the most rabid dog didn't deserve the things being done to them for the sake of 'The Advancement of Arcane Exploration.' Harry decided and I agreed with him, those that wanted to fight had the right. Riddle was killing their world as much as he was killing ours."

Luna shifted slightly when Neville leaned forward to give him the room he was seeking. "As for the Compact what did you expect us to do? A handful of teens against Riddles forces? We had to do something to even the playing field!"

Tracy's voice was just as angry as Neville's when she replied. "The use of Muggle weapons by Wizard kind has been proscribed since the founding of our society Neville. It's one of five that make up the Compact. Our kind do not use, magically alter, nor allow the use of any Muggle Technology for any reason! You of all people knew that! You are lucky you didn't get the Veil for what you and Potters little Freedom Fighters did. Those sacred tenants are inviolate!"

"You talk just like those stuffed shirts in the Wizengamot Chambers during our trials. You act like there was a way to win this war with our Honor intact. Let me tell you something Tracy, something Harry told me when he came to me with his mad plan and I said very much the same things you're saying now. Yeah, I was brought up the same as you and hundreds of others knowing about the Compact and how it tied Wizard kind together at the time we separated our worlds. When Harry told me his plans I told him the same things you said."

"Then Harry said to me, 'Do you know how many people Riddle has killed in both wars? I'll tell you that before I left Hogwarts I figured it around five thousand wizards and witches, maybe over thirty thousand muggles in over thirteen years of his activity and of all ages. Babes in the cribs to the old and infirm. Neville, you act like our Honor matters; go out there and stand in the ashes of forty thousand dead souls. You ask them if Honor matters."

Neville paused for just a second while Luna shivered remembering Harry's impassioned speech to them that night. "The silence is your answer."

Tracy closed her eyes while rubbing her temples. "Look Neville, I'm not here to fight with you about the Wizengamot's verdicts involving Potter, the War, or any of that. I'm just here because something needs to be done about Potter. The wars over, been over for five years and he's still acting like he just walked off the front lines."

"What do you know of the Front lines?" Neville bit back. "I'll pass on what I want to say about that as old hat but let me ask you Tracy, is our Government willing to call off the warrant for Harry's arrest?"

Tracy sighed. "You know I don't work for the Ministry Neville. But no, as far as I know from Arthur and Percy there has been no appeal to the judgment they passed down."

Neville nodded knowing that. "We bled for this country Tracy, Harry more than most. We were all that stood between Riddle and total victory and they stripped us of everything. Our names, our lands, our titles, our Wizengamot seat. Not that any of us cared; Harry least of all. But I will tell you what he did care about. Nothing changed. Instead of repairing the damage Riddle did to our world they spent their time fleecing us for all they could. We accepted that as a possibility when we made the decision to stay after the war was over and stand trial for our actions. It's not about the money, as you can see we do pretty well on our own. All of us even agreed that the price was worthy even if those of us that had noble heritages lost them. Granted we were not happy to do so, but if that was the price for a Riddle free world, we would pay it with a smile. But is it too much to ask for some gratitude? For a few old outdate laws to be repealed? We fought for equality for everyone but nothing has changed. There is little to any change from the lull between the Blood Wars and now."

"What do you want me to say Neville? You made your beds when you made the decisions you did. I respect your devotion to Potter because he took the fall for you but Neville…"

Luna lightly placed her hand on Neville's shoulder when he tensed at Tracy's words. She was every bit as outraged by the brunettes gall but it wouldn't do to have to explain to Charlie why his wife 'disappeared' after visiting them. She always liked Charlie and the morning, despite this visit, was just too nice to ruin by having to hide a body. She could tell Tracy knew immediately she said the wrong thing and quieted while Neville sucked in harsh breaths in an effort to calm himself.

When he started speaking his voice was a near hiss. "You don't know shite about what I personally owe Harry. With my one eye Tracy I see the world so much more clearly than you do with two. Do you know how I lost my eye? I was home for Yule, maybe two days when Riddles assassins found me. All our time at Hogwarts I was leading the D.A. trying to make a difference against Snape and the Carrows and make no mistake, though they had no proof it was me, they knew enough to guess. They tried to get Gran to hold as a hostage against me to get me to stop but Gran was a tough old bird. In the end they had to kill her before she killed them. So with no hostage to hold against me, they laid a trap to silence me."

"Riddle had his people take my parents from St. Mungo's Tracy. He used two Dementor's to suck out their souls and in their place he put in some kind of shade or something. I only know the basics from when we interrogated Thornwall months later and I knew nothing about any of this when the imposter that looked like my Gran took me home. There I was greeted by my 'parents' for the first time in my living memory."

Luna had her eyes closed with her hand still resting on Neville's shoulder. She could feel his pain wafting from him like a miasma. Even with her eyes closed she could almost see the tear trekking down his face. Following the same paths as hers. Fresh from her own hell, she just stood there unable to do anything when they found him. "My father held me down on the floor of my ancestral manor. My mother cooed to me sick things while I struggled to get free. Then, that thing in my mother's bones, ripped out my eye. She sat astride me as my father held me down with one hand and used the other to make sure I watched as she ate it. The next thing I know the Imposter that looked like Gran was dead and those monsters when blown off me. Before I could roll over Harry had killed those things by simple Reducto's to their heads."

"That, Tracy, is the evil we fought. That is what I owe Harry." His voice lowered to a near whisper as he continued. "That Tracy is what we protected all of you from, and why everyone owes Harry. My story is only unique because I survived it. There were a lot of people who were not so lucky when they fell prey to Riddle's terror weapons. You're not going to find an ally against Harry here Tracy. He's not hurting Daphne, like us, she chooses to stay close to him. Instead of trying to convince us that we are wrong in our beliefs, maybe you should take a hard look at yourself and yours. Personally I don't care what you believe or what you do with your life. We fought for you to have that choice to believe and do what you want. But don't come here thinking you know a damn thing about the war, Harry, or us. Now we may not be as affluent as the Noble House of Weasley but this is still my house. Get out."

Luna rose from her seat while Neville folded back spent into his chair. "Mrs. Weasley. I'll show you out."

Shame faced and without anything to say to Neville's speech she rose from the couch and followed Luna to the door. Tracy turned around as she stepped out the door turning to Luna. "Luna…"

Luna stood stonefaced shaking her head. "You knew this was a pro Harry household before you came here Tracy. You knew before you came here there was no chance you were going to gather any allies against him."

"I don't care about Potter Luna. I just want to help my friend get out of something that is going to destroy her one day. You have to see how bad this situation is for her. I just need some help to get her free of this never ending cycle; before it kills her." Tracy begged.

"Tracy, you sat on the sidelines like many of our people did. Our actions kept the war from reaching you which was one of our aims. We never begrudged any of the neutral families getting away unscathed but make no mistake it left its mark on all of us. That includes Daphne. She didn't fight with the rest of us, but there aren't any of us who can claim that they don't owe their lives to either Harry or Daphne in one way or the other. Leave them alone Tracy."

Tracy frowned at the bland tone Luna was using. "You can't honestly expect me to let this go Luna. She's as much my friend as she is yours. I can't just stand aside and let Potter keep doing this to her. Do you have any idea what it does to her every time he comes back like that?"

Luna smiled sadly at Tracy. "He's not going home to hurt her Tracy."

"Somehow I can't believe that Luna. I was there at Hogwarts when he was tempering himself before the war even got rolling. No matter how it started I think he's getting hurt on purpose so that she will heal him, and that's just not right Luna. Even you have to admit that."

Luna shook her head at Tracy's theory. "He's not getting hurt so she will heal him. Harry would have to care enough about himself for that to even be possible, and he doesn't. He's not going home for healing; he's going home to die."

Tracy blinked in shock. "What do you mean to die?"

"That is all he's wanted since Sirius died and he learned the prophecy Tracy. To die. During the war, he couldn't bring himself to risk it too much because he wouldn't leave everyone to Riddles mercies. Especially after we started seeing what Riddle was truly capable of. Those of us who work with him at The Company, we all know this and do what we can for him. We'd do anything for him if he asked. Daphne's the only one strong enough to challenge his wishes."

Luna shook her head again. "You just don't get it Tracy. You don't understand. We would do absolutely anything he asked us. If he wanted to topple the Ministry, we would do it. If he wanted us to assassinate members of the Wizengamot, we would. If Harry walked up to us and told me he wanted me I would let him take me anyway he wanted. Fulfill any deviant fantasy he came up with. You know what happened to me during the war, so think about that when I say this. Tracy, I would scream joyously as he rode me filling any of my orifices he shoved himself into. And Neville, he would cheer Harry on. Anything to help him deal with this hand he's been dealt. But that's not what Harry wants. He wants to die fighting evil; he wants to go making a difference. No matter how much we love Harry, not one of us can bring ourselves to stop him. So we fight with him so he is not alone when it happens, where ever it happens. Daphne's the only one who won't let him go. Daphne's the only one who is strong enough to keep him alive. No matter what you try to do Tracy, this will end in only two ways. Harrys going to succeed in killing himself or Daphne's going to find a way to convince Harry that there is more to life than blood and pain."

Authors Note:

Okay, this little story is just something that hit me and so, to get it out of my head here it is. Plans to continue it are in place, but I am really curious to see how people take it. If the story intrigues you, do let me know. I could use all the thoughts you all have.

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