Alpha Lord

The concept of death

Death opened a portal in front of the room of requirements on the seventh floor of Hogwarts. Well it was in front of a wall but I had used this place so much in the past that I knew every tiny scratch embedded in its walls. This was my sanctuary of sorts when death was the norm or our world and the living had as much days to live as there were fingers on one hand. The destruction that ensued was devastating to all. One look at the people and happenings in the world today, you won't be able to guess that it gets worse. Considering we are in the middle of a war, that takes some competition to achieve. 

I paced before the walls thinking of the diadem. The strong sense of Deja-vu that washed over me was enough to make me shiver. This time though, I had a clear and precise picture of what I was looking for, a vast difference to the timid and controlled me from back then. The door appeared in the wall, jerking those memories associated with it to the forefront. I walked in and my heels moved by themselves, slowly but filled with an unknown confidence. I reminisce upon the shelves of items we passed and make a note to come back here once this is all over. It would be nice to take a walk down history and see what our ancestors left here. Each item had to have a story behind how it got here and knowing their stories will provide a sense of closeness and familiarity with its owners. 

A feeling of happiness enveloped me all of a sudden. It startled me and it took some time for me to figure out that it was Hogwarts expressing her feelings. I let the calm wash through me and felt myself relax just as I reach the Diadem. Such a beauty it is. It really is a shame to have to destroy it but it just might have to be done. 

Why would someone willing go through the pain to split their soul this many times is beyond me but in a way I guess I understand. Some people are scared of death in a way that can't be controlled while others don't have an irrational fear of death but rather a fear of the unknown. You've spent your life following the same routine and death puts a dent in the routine, disrupting the steadiness you're accustomed to. It throws you off balance. To some people, death is the end while to others, it is the start of a new adventure. To me, death had always been a distant truth. A dark cloud fast approaching, it's path riddled with joys, sadness, love, heartbreaks, wealth, poverty and the many experiences of life. If these all move aside to make way for selfishness, then the cloud has no blockages and death is premature and lonely. 

I grasp the diadem and successfully made my was out the room, disappearing in deaths portal, appearing in my room within a few seconds. The concept of time in the realm of death differs and what seems like a few seconds in the normal world can be an hour of walking through the realm of death. I made it back with an hour to spare and after undoing the charms placed on my parents' room, I shrunk and hid the diadem. I placed charms on it to prevent it being discovered by someone else and threw myself into reading for the next hour, ready for another day. 

A/N

I have decided to focus on one book until it is completed and then moving over to another. This will ensure that the readers don't have to wait too long for an update and I think it is just better this way. Luckily for all you readers of this book, Alpha Lord is the one I'll be updating to completion first☺️. Enjoy