Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Yes, it's depressing, but I'm legally bound to admit it...
"-actly are we going to do that?"
I blinked and turned away from my thoughtful perusal of the cracks in the stones on the wall when I realized that I wasn't alone in the room anymore. He was back and He wasn't alone. He was standing near the foot of my bed and another man stood against the wall near the window. The new guy was interesting-looking. His black hair was lank against his head, his skin a combination of gray and yellow-green, his lips colorless, and his eyes black with burning red pupils surrounded by dark, bruised skin.
"We can't, you fucking tosser!" the new guy snarled back at the quiet, stone-faced Him that had been visiting me lately. "We were as good as dead as soon as that prophecy was uttered! If our mother had wanted to do us a real mercy, she should have drowned us in the bath as an infant!"
He just sneered in reply. "Are you finished being a melodramatic lunatic?"
The bright red in the new guy's eyes seemed to glow brighter in response to the taunt.
"Hello, I don't think we've met," I interrupted curiously.
Both of them blinked in surprise as though they'd forgotten that I was there. Or maybe they just didn't expect me to notice them. In all fairness, I had no idea how long they'd been there before I had noticed. That seemed to happen to me a lot recently.
"This is the fear and rage kept hidden all His life," He explained simply.
"Oh," I nodded thoughtfully. That explained why he looked like that. "I think he's right about our chances," I pointed out, since I really didn't think there was any way we'd kill Voldie.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Thanks for that. It doesn't mean we're going to give up, because I have not lived through all the shit I have just to die now. No. There's an answer."
"Voldemort asked us to join him once," Red Eyes said bitterly. "Think the offer's still good?"
The question wasn't meant to be serious, obviously, but my eyes widened anyway. "That's brilliant!" I grinned. "That's it exactly! Our special power is supposed to be Love, right? Well, maybe that's what it means! Maybe we're supposed to forgive him for everything."
He just sighed again, "Yeah, brilliant," he said flatly. "Except that the prophecy says that we need to vanquish him. That one of us must die at the hand of the other, for neither of us can live while the other survives."
I frowned, deflating.
Red Eyes just sneered hatefully, "We already killed him."
He blinked.
My mouth fell open a little.
"We already killed him," I breathed.
His brow rose thoughtfully.
Red Eyes just crossed his arms over his chest and glared out the window.