Antithesis

Chapter 62: Pain

I'll make you proud I'll make you so proud father love me I'll make you so proud love me I'll be useful I'm useful I'm USEFUL.'

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They said that he was stabilized, somehow suspended in a coma as his body struggled to repair itself. Blissfully unaware, as his organs and functions chugged along like a rusted steamboat making its way upstream. They didn't know what would happen during the full moon, how his wolf form would manifest under the heavy potions and medical spells. They didn't know, and it was Skylar's fault.

They told him it wasn't his fault, that it was coincidence. That it was Bellatrix Lestrange's fault, her body removed from the ground where it had dropped heavily.

She never would have sent the curse if it wasn't for him, she never would have actually hit Remus if he hadn't…

His mother, his father...they told him again and again that it wasn't his fault.

Skylar had begun to view the world differently, see the shades and shadows and the hopelessness of the world. The cruel twisted concept that in the end, everything was likely rotten.

Remus was in a suspended coma, unlikely to wake, because of Skylar Potter's childish desire to save everyone.

"Lutain," Skylar spoke flatly, staring out the window of the new safe house. Hundreds of miles away, isolated and overcast with thick clouds like sheep wool. "You're a dark artifact. They others don't realize what you can do, can they?"

Lutain didn't move, leisurely sprawled across the brunet's shoulders as if the boy was now his. No.

Skylar knew now that Lutain was much more than the others thought, much more dangerous than even Dumbledore had thought. Maybe if Dumbledore had found the ring earlier- maybe if the ring was as...large as Lutain, he would have known.

(If Voldemort had split his soul so many times, how small was the fragment in the ring? How sentient was it? How much did it influence the Headmaster?)

Lutain was a creature of his own, powered by half of Adrian's soul. He had memories, thoughts, an ability to think and formulate ideas on his own that was much more terrifying than others likely believed.

Skylar believed the good in everyone, that deep at heart, everyone would choose the right thing.

Lutain had shown him that what others considered the right thing, was something cruel indeed.

"You know Adrian better than anyone," Skylar's lip twitched into a grimace, a mockery of his once carefree smiles. "Cerestes, Lord Voldemort's son. You know him, what he hates and how he thinks."

Lutain dragged his tail closer, his tail caressing Skylar's collar bone through his shirt.

"Adrian doesn't know about Horcruxes, are you going to tell him?" Skylar asked bluntly.

Lutain's tongue flickered through the air, perhaps.

Skylar nodded as if that made sense. "You're having me kill the Basilisk because it hurt Adrian. Adrian k-killed Bellatrix, do you know what's going to happen to him now?"