He who must not be Loved. [d.m]

7-21

"Help will always be given at Hogwarts."

I walked silently with Harry, neither of us saying a single word to eachother. By the time we reached the forest, it was midnight. I held his hand as he hugged me.

He pulled something out from his pocket. My eyes widened as I saw the resurrection stone in his hands. I looked in front to see Lily, James, Sirius, Lupin— and.. Cassandra.

She held her hand out for me as I ran to touch her. But my hand went right through her. "You've been so brave, my love." She said. "How are you here..?" I asked, looking around at the others as Harry spoke to Lily. "I never left. I told you I was going to be with you. In your heart." She says.

I nod, looking at Sirius. "Does.. does it hurt?" Harry asks at the same time as me as me smile at eachother. "Quicker than falling asleep." He says. I swallow.

I could feel the tears come back up as I looked at them. "I'm sorry." I mutter. My mother shakes her head, smiling at me. "Your son.." harry mutters, looking at Lupin. "Others will tell him what his parents died for." He answers. "Will you stay with me?" I ask my mother. "Always." She answers.

I swallow again, feeling slightly better. Maybe I am ready to die. Harry lets the stone drop.

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I walk towards my father, spotting him in the distance as Harry follows behind me. "Harry, Y/n. No!" Hagrid yells. I didn't even know they'd gotten ahold of him.

"Come to me, Y/n." My father says. Reluctantly, I walk towards him. Bellatrix immediately grabs me, pointing a wand to my throat. "The Boy Who Lived. And The Dark Witch." He chuckles. "I thought, maybe, you'd make the right choice, Y/n. You see, actions have consequences." He says, looking at Bellatrix before I feel her nod.

"Crucio." No.

I fall down, screaming in pain as she grabs my arms, rolling my sleeve up to reveal the mark. "Filthy Traitor." I cry in pain she shoots the curse at me over and over.

I sat on the grassy ground, holding my head in pain as I felt Voldemort get closer. He pointed his wand at me, a cruel grin on his face before shouting.

"Avada Kedavara!"

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I groaned, struggling to open my eyes. Once I did, a gasp escaped my throat as I stood up. Harry laid behind me as I ran towards him, helping him up. "Where— what is this?" He muttered. I had no idea either.

It was a bright white room with large windows on the sides. "Is this.. heaven?" Harry said, cringing me. "Doesn't look like hell." I answer. He turns around, walking towards a bench before looking underneath.

This is not real. It's all happening inside my head.

I flinch, backing away as a familiar tiny body appears. Voldemort. This was the body Pettigrew was carrying all those years ago. "What the fuck.." harry coughs, backing away instantly.

"Y/n, Harry." A voice spoke as we looked up. Dumbledore. "You brave, brave young children!" He exclaimed. We soon began walking on either side of him.