War, Love, and Riddle //Mattheo Riddle x OC

Chapter Twenty Eight - Always

The twins wake up to blinding bright white light, as they adjust to the brightness they look around noticing it was a marble white version of King's Cross Station. Emma turns to face Harry, his glasses are gone and so were the cuts on his face. She hears a small moaning sound coming not far from them, she goes to stand up Harry following right behind her. 

Under a bench is a creature of some kind the twins both bend down flinching back realizing it's a repulsive childlike skeletal bloodied version of Voldemort bent into the the fetal position as it groans in agony. Emma felt pity for the poor thing, her hand starting to reach for it. "You can't help." Dumbledore's voice comes echoing through King's Cross. The twins both look up to see him standing before them in white. "Emma....Harry you wonderful, brave twins. Let us walk." He praises the siblings as they stand to follow him. 

Both of them couldn't help looking around at the pristine and empty train station. "Professor, what is that?" Harry asks him as the three of them look back towards the pitiful creature. 

"Something beyond either of our help," Dumbledore says looking at both the twins before continuing to walk further away. "A part of Voldemort sent here to die."

"And exactly where are we?" Emma asks as he gives her a small chuckle. 

"I was going to ask you that. Where would you say that we are?" He asks both the twins. 

"Well...It looks like King's Cross Station." Harry says as Dumbledore gives him a curious look. "Only cleaner and without all the trains." 

Dumbledore looks around beginning to realize Harry was right. "King's Cross, is that right? This is, as they say, your party. I expect you now realize that both of you and Voldemort have been connected by something other than fate since that night in Godric's Hollow all those years ago." Dumbledore tells them as they continue their walk.

Emma had so many questions about this being their party. If that were the case, King's Cross would not be her first choice....more like the Astronomy tower where her and Mattheo spent so much time together all of last year. "So, it's true then, sir? A part of him lives within us, doesn't it?" Harry asks the Professor. 

"Did. It was just destroyed many moments ago by none other than Voldemort himself. You were both the horcrux he never meant to make." They come to a bench as the three of them sit. 

"We have to go back, haven't we?" Harry asks Dumbledore. 

"Oh. That's up to you." He answers him. 

"I have a choice?" Emma asks him hopeful. 

"Oh, yes. We're in King's Cross. I think if you so desired, you'd be able to board a train." He tells them. 

"And where would it take us?" Emma asks as Dumbledore chuckles again. 

"On." 

Emma didn't understand Dumbledore's answer, in fact her face pinched in confusion as the man stood up...a train whistle blowing. Harry stands looking at Dumbledore's back facing him. Neither of them understanding exactly what all this means. 

"Voldemort has the Elder Wand." Harry tells him. 

He turns around to look at the twins once more, "True." He smiles. 

"And the snake's still alive." Harry announces. 

"Yes." He answers once more. 

"We have nothing to kill it with." Harry's worry evident. 

"Help will always be given at Hogwarts, Harry. To those who ask for it. I've always prized myself on my ability to turn a phrase. Words are, in my not so humble opinion, our most inexhaustible source of magic, capable of both inflicting injury and remedying it. But I would in this case, amend my original statement to this...help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who deserve it." Dumbledore tells them.