Death came to Anastasia Potter in a furious flash of green light and a screamed incantation.
Death came to Anastasia Potter at a young age - far younger than was fair - but she knew it had come to younger.
Death came to Anastasia Potter after many lucky evasions on her part; so when it came, she was older than many thought she would be.
Death came, and it didn't at the same time.
And be it a gift or a curse, Ana vowed to live in memory of death, whatever that might entail.
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"Ana." Dumbledore murmured as the woman turned away from him, emerald eyes flickering over the white, gleaming train station.
She turned back, an eyebrow raised with suspicion and mistrust echoing in her eyes.
"There is more."
She nearly scoffed - of course there was, because some vague semblance of simplicity was apparently too much to ask for.
His half-moon glasses perched precariously on the edge of his nose, and the old wizard sighed slightly dramatically.
"Your life and Voldemort's are tethered to each other. The prophesy-" her left eye twitched, "-stated that "neither one can live while the other survives", and from that we can infer that it will come down to a battle one way or another."
"I hate to burst your bubble," she interjected angrily, "but it has already come to a battle, Dumbledore. And people have already died."
"I know, my dear, I know." He replied in that infuriatingly condescending tone. "But I fear there is more to come. It has become apparent to me that there is another horcrux. As we speak, Neville Longbottom is killing Nagini, and Voldemort in fear will flee."
"Flee where?" Ana asked, deciding to come back to the whole 'other horcrux' thing when she had more information.
"That's the thing-"
"Of course it fucking is." She muttered.
He continued undaunted, with the air of someone telling a very fascinating story and not one who could change the fate of millions. "-it seems he will - actually, he is as we speak - fleeing to where the remaining vessel of his soul lies. It is the largest portion - fifty percent of his whole soul - and it needed to be that large a portion so as to remain stable."
If Ana wasn't reeling from the revelations, she'd be reeling from the fact that Dumbledore was giving her straight answers for once.
"The horcrux there has become sentient essentially, a bit like the diary except it has enough power and soul to gain its own form and use straining magic. Now that Voldemort has essentially reunited with that soul-piece, the form in that world will be all-the-more powerful and formidable. But the prophesy still stands, Ana." He gazed at her gravely, something like sadness in his eyes. "And that world will be left to ruin if you do not help."
Resentment bubbled up within her, and she cursed as it manifested in the form of tears which she wiped away angrily. She wanted to shout; to rage and scream and weep because she was just so so tired, but she knew that however she reacted wouldn't change what she had to do, and what she knew she would already.
Dumbledore was sucking on a lemon drop ('where the hell did that come from?') and pretending not to notice her torment as he surveyed their surroundings.
"Your friends will live long and happy lives." Dumbledore said suddenly, looking upon her with nothing but honesty in his eyes. "They will grieve and struggle, but they will endure, as will you. They will never forget you, nor your love for them. But it's time, Ana. It's time to move on, and then you can rest at last."
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Fanfiction- live in memory of death (Latin) - Voldemort was cunning; he was deceitful and distrustful, and people died needlessly because of his closely guarded secrets. He was arrogant, yes, but he was a Slytherin - and so he set measures up so as to ensure...
