As soon as Snape was out the door, Dumbledore swept the documents off the desk, screaming and cursing Harry Potter. "Potter, if you're still alive and I find you, you'll beg me to spare you! I'm going to make your life a living hell, and that's a promise!" And so the headmaster continued to rage, tearing apart the entire office. He kicked a picture depicting a knight.
"Get Weasley and Granger out of the common room immediately!" The portrait nodded and disappeared from the picture. Then he went to the fireplace and summoned the Order. What the headmaster didn't notice in his rage was how a certain bird was cowering on its perch. For he knew that what the man in black had said was true. The firebird's precious tears ran from his eyes.
He had felt Harry being taken away. It broke the bird's heart that he couldn't help him. He only came to the school because of him. For he was the confidant of the king and had to watch him break more and more every day. The headmaster had immediately bonded him to himself upon his arrival here, even though it wasn't right. More and more tears dripped onto the floor.
The headmaster continued to rage when there was a knock at the door. He took a deep breath in and out to calm himself down a bit. "Come in!" he said loudly and contritely. The door was opened, and Granger and Weasley came in. "Can you tell me where the hell the Potter boy is?" he roared at the two teenagers, who suddenly turned pale and shrank. "We don't know, Headmaster. He escaped us 3 hours ago. We've searched the whole castle, but so far no one has found him."
The headmaster felt sick. Could Snape be right that the Potter boy had died before his time? There was another knock at the door, and the rest of the Order came in. "Albus, why did you call us at such a late hour?" he heard Moody growl. "Snape was here recently and said he saw Potter die." "What?" It came from everyone. They were all shouting, until it became too much for the headmaster and he shouted through the room:
"Shut your mouths, and only say something if it helps us! First we need to see if Snape is right that the Potter is dead. And if it's true, no one must find out, especially the Dark Lord! For if he finds out, England will perish!"
The companion of fate pressed the boy to his chest, sat down with him on the sofa and gently stroked his black hair. It pained him to see this boy suffer so much. A boy who had never had a chance to live and love, but now he was finally allowed to be a child and was loved unconditionally by his parents. Someone like him should actually be reborn again if he wants to. But the boy had a destiny that would never be fulfilled.
And this knowledge made his heart bleed. For he was holding his last descendant in his arms. His destiny was to become an even greater king than he once was, but he would not be able to fulfill his destiny in any other life. People would make his life hell every time, so that he would never reach adulthood.
He looked at his companion, tears running down her cheeks. He didn't know her like that. But since his birth, she had shed so many tears. "Please don't cry anymore, we have him with us now, and we will give him the love he deserves for all eternity." "I know, but I'm also crying for the king he could have become if he had been allowed to."
More tears ran down her cheek.
"It was never his destiny to become something great." Fate suddenly began to sing softly to himself. She embraced Harry with all her love and gave him the support and warmth he needed. Arthur smiled sadly and looked at the boy, who was slowly coming to. He looked around with small eyes, first spotting Ladina, who continued to sing for him. He loved listening to her sing, but in recent years she had hardly been able to sing like that anymore. For she was only with her thoughts by Harry.
He looked at her with big eyes. He hadn't noticed yet who he was with. He rocked him back and forth slightly and continued to run through his disheveled hair. He moved his head to look at him, and then almost flew off his lap. "You... you are..." Harry stuttered. "You are King Arthur!" "Yes, you're right, I'm King Arthur." "But what am I doing on your lap, and why is someone still singing for me?" From the corner of his eye, he saw his companion trying not to lose control.
"She will always sing for you if you want her to or if you're not feeling well." "But I don't understand why." "You are our child from today, Harry. You will finally get parents who will love you unconditionally. Our love will belong to you alone forever," Ladina said softly and went to the sofa where the two were sitting. She took Harry in her arms and hugged him. And now Harry finally let his tears flow freely, and she whispered loving words in his ear.
Severus stormed out of the castle and didn't know where to go with his feelings at first. The hatred for himself was eating him up inside. How could he fall so low and take a child's life with his hatred? A child who will never grow up, and what bothered him the most was that he was the only connection to his great love, who had never learned that he loved her.
And now he had sent her child to his death because he hated her husband above all else. Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the tears running down his cheeks. He just wanted to get away from England to atone for what would last his whole life. He would go to a distant house.
Lucius went out into the garden after Severus had disappeared from his office. When he was outside, he sat down on the lawn to look up at the sky. Actually, this peaceful sight should also bring peace to his inner self, but that would never happen again. For he had lost in so many ways. He blamed himself for not looking after the boy, after knowing how important the boy was.
For the first time, he felt nothing but hatred, hatred for himself, for his son, and for so many other people. He heard someone approaching him. It couldn't be his son, so it could only be his wife. She sat down next to her husband and stared thoughtfully into the sky. Tears were still running down her cheeks.
After minutes of silence, her gaze went to her husband, and she knew that nothing would ever be the way it once was. "Will you ever be able to forgive Draco?" she said softly so as not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere. He took a deep breath. "I don't know, Narcissa, if I ever can. He is just as much to blame for Harry's death as the others. At the moment, I just can't and don't want to see him. Just like the Dark Lord, because he and the headmaster drove him to his death.
I regret that I didn't immediately make sure that the boy Harry was brought to safety after I knew what lines he came from." "Lucius, you didn't know what else was to come." "No, I didn't know, but I could have known. But now it's too late, because I don't think Harry is alive anymore. I hope that he will finally get the peace and love that he deserves. For no one has ever done anything good for him. Since his parents died, he has experienced nothing but pain, humiliation and hatred. It hurts my soul just to know it, but let's lie down for a while."