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Chapter #8

After St Mungo's, I transferred to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. I changed my name to Sophia Asche and changed my appearance drastically. I graduated from Beauxbatons with N.E.W.T.s in all of my classes and became a Healer working at St Mungo's. And I raised Vincent with the help of my mother.

I worked as a Healer for many years, enjoying my profession patching people up. And I got to watch Vincent grow up and have his own son, my grandson, Jake Jarold Gnarle. When Jake was born, I felt so old; I was a grandmother at thirty-eight years old.

Oddly enough, I never married, nor fell in love for that matter. I don't know why. And, after over twenty years, I still felt like I've been forgetting something very important all these years.

A new dark wizard has been rising to power as of late. His name is Lord Voldemort. He's started the First Wizarding War, making allegiances with dark and dangerous creatures such as giants and werewolves. His followers, known as Death Eaters, killed for the sake of killing and especially loathed Muggles and Muggle-borns. They killed often on whims. Aurors were given permission to use the Unforgivable Curses just as Lord Voldemort's forces did.

Approximately ten years into the war, I had gone on a stroll one evening. My mother had stayed home knitting. It was dark out, and cold, and windy. I was returning from my stroll when I saw a dark figure closing the front gate to my house.

The figure looked up, allowing me to see part of his face. He looked older, somewhere between my age and my mother's age. Somehow, this man looked kind of disfigured. I couldn't put my finger on what it was, but I have been a Healer for over twenty years so I know when someone looks disfigured.

"Do you live at this house?" the figure asked, his voice low.

"Yes."

The figured lifted their wand, point ing it at me. "Any last words?"

I don't know why, but all of a sudden I thought of liquorice wands. "Yes. I don't know why, but you suddenly reminded me of liquorice wands," I laughed, trying to me optimistic. I didn't want to die feeling miserable; I'd rather die feeling as close to happy as possible.

The figure didn't say anything, but they didn't do anything either which was better for me. They then lowered their wand.

"Be grateful you were spared this time," the figure shot into the sky with a wispy black smoke trail following them.

I stood there, stunned. That was extremely fortunate. He probably just spared me on a whim. But does that mean that Lord Voldemort has a sense of humour? I was really perplexed. I then rushed inside the house, dreading what I'd find.

I opened the door of the house, finding my mother's pale dead body lying on the floor a couple metres away from the front door.

…

It's the Second Wizarding War, and it's taking place at Hogwarts. Walls have been destroyed, staircases blasted apart, lives lost… Molly's son Fred has been killed, Remus and Nymphadora have been killed, the list goes on and on and on. I wish my great-grandson wasn't born during such dark times; Tom-Louis Gnarle is six-years-old now.

Everyone was crowded around in the courtyard, Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters standing opposite us.

"Harry Potter is dead!" Lord Voldemort exclaimed, him and his Death Eaters laughing. "And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us…or die."

Draco Malfoy stepped forward, pressured by his parents partly. Voldemort gave Draco an awkward hug before looking back at the crowd. As Voldemort looked back into the crowd, his eyes met mine.

I widened my eyes as I realized who I was looking at. It was Tom! Tom Riddle from my school days. Over the years, I slowly regained my memory but snippets here and there were still a little fuzzy.

'You're…,' Voldemort thought, communicating to me through Legilimency.

Yes, Tom.

'I didn't recognize you that night,' Tom a.k.a. Lord Voldemort told me.

I had changed my appearance and my name after having amnesia due to that potion I accidentally ingested in sixth year. My mother thought it better I continue life as someone new. But now I have most of my memories back, so I've reverted back to Evelyn.

'I see… Do you still…?' I knew exactly what Tom meant without him having to finish that sentence.

Yes. I always have, and I always will.

'So, care to join me?' Tom invited.

No. You've done wrong, Tom, and I personally forgive you but you must answer for your crimes.

'A pity,' Tom nodded at me, ending our conversation.

Neville Longbottom then started a wonderful speech. And Harry Potter fell out of Hagrid's arms and everyone rushed back into the castle.

In the end, Harry Potter defeated Lord Voldemort. And as Tom disintegrated, he told me, 'I love you,' through the use of Legilimency.

And I lived the rest of my years in peace with my son, Vincent Tom; my grandson, Jake Jarold; and my great-grandson, Tom-Louis.

Extra: Chapter 8.5 - Third Person

The last moments of Lord Voldemort's life were filled with violence, wasting away, and memories of the only person Tom Marvolo Riddle had ever even come close to thinking of as a friend - Evelyn Gnarle.

As Lord Voldemort started to disintegrate, his mind started to wander to memories of Evelyn.

He remembered the first time he'd met her on the Hogwarts Express, and how she'd initially really irritated him on all sorts of levels. And then she shoved a liquorice wand into his mouth and practically forced him to be her friend.

He remembered the first time he and Evelyn had kissed in fourth year. It was in a corridor in the dungeons. He had recently manipulated his 'friend' Avery into cursing Kylie Jennings - not that Avery needed much persuasion to curse the Mudblood witch - and Evelyn had gotten so upset. He had lied to Evelyn to make her feel better and to get her to quit bothering him about it all, and it had ended with snogging. Clearly Tom had no qualms about cursing Jennings; after all, it had lead to snogging with Evelyn.

He also remembered the time they'd had intercourse in fifth year. It was at a Slytherin Christmas party and Evelyn had gotten really inebriated. He had taken advantage of the situation and they did it in Tom's bed.

And that of course led to Evelyn getting pregnant. Tom remembered how he'd gotten really peeved at the fact that Evelyn had allowed herself to be impregnated by someone that wasn't himself. And then he later found out that it was him who impregnated Evelyn - which he found out as Evelyn was dying from a potion poisoning.

And then there was Vincent, Tom's son. But Tom only briefly thought of his son, he wanted his last thought to be of Evelyn. And it was.

Lord Voldemort's last thought before completely wasting away was telling Evelyn, 'I love you,' through Legilimency.