Till Death Do Us Part

Epilogue

Let me tell you a story of love, death and pain. A story of repetition.

Once upon a time there were two boys. Both pureblood, both raised so differently. One was raised with a loving family. A family that let be whoever he wants and do whatever he wants. He was free. The other was raised in an abusive, strict family. A family that trained him to be the perfect pureblood heir in case his older brother fails. He basically lived in a prison.

As the boys grew older, they both went to a school for Magic. A school called Hogwarts. One was sorted into the house of Gryffindor while the other was sorted Slytherin. Houses of enemies. Houses of opposites. Gryffindor hosted the brave, bold, courageous, and adventurous students. Or as seen by most, the light students. Slytherin hosted the ambitious, shrewd, cunning, strong leaders, and achievement-oriented students. Or as seen by most, the dark students.

Though the two met through the brother. The brother and the loving boy became best friends on the train in their first year. They then became roommates together with two other boys. Those four boys became best friends. No one could tear them apart. They became the marauders of mischief. When the hateful boy cake to Hogwarts, he was so upset by his brother’s friend group that he became angry. The brother kept trying to connect and pull him into adventures but the boy always pulled away. But then things changed in his 4th year.

The boy from the loving family fell first but the other fell harder. They were in love and even the brother’s anger, when he found out, didn’t pull them apart. Though it had to stay a secret only the marauders knew of the couple.

But then tragedy struck.

The world they knew changed all because of war. The Slytherin was forced to become the heir and join the evil side while the Gryffindor joined the good. This splits then up. They had to fight against each other. Eventually the Gryffindor moved on. He got wife, had two beautiful kids. But the Slytherin never did. Sure, he faked his death and ran way to France to leave the war behind. Yeah, he tried to move on but that just left him with a baby to raise and a dead girlfriend. He still loved the boy from the loving family.

But tragedy didn’t end there.  

The boy from the hateful family was free with his daughter in France but the from the loving family wasn’t as lucky. They boy from the loving family was stuck in the middle of a war. A month after the loving boy’s twins were born, a prophecy was realised. A prophecy that put the boy’s son in harm’s way.

“The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies...”

The Gryffindor moved all his family into a hidden house, a house that became his prison. But he trusted in the wrong friend to keep the secret of where they hid. The Dark Lord found him. That night the war ended but the cost of the lives belonging to the Gryffindor and his wife.

The hateful boy was the only one left of the original couple even if everyone thought he was dead.

Now what you’re saying, what happened to the three children? I’m starting that part of the story now.

The twins of the dead boy, a girl and a boy, were left in the care of their mother’s non magical sister and her family. The daughter of the living boy lived in France with her papa. Both families hide away from the magical world but all children lived different childhoods. But this time the childhoods were swoped. The children of the boy with the loving family grew up in a house full of hate. This time the daughter of the boy with a hateful grew up in a house full of love.