The Midnight Sky

Part 8

Chapter 15

He's not supposed to be there.

Everyone who had heard the Legend knew it was only supposed to be the family and the mockery of a Dark Lord. Yet there he was, standing in the shadows of the nursery listening as footsteps rushed up the stairs and a wandless man attempted to stall a mass murder. He could save them. He could stop the mockery from tearing apart this little family, yet even as glowing emerald eyes watched the redhead woman rush into the room with a small toddler with matching eyes; Bermuda knew he wouldn't.

He wanted to, he wanted nothing more than to smite Riddle into a million little pieces but...To alter the past was to alter the future.

The Potter's could live Happily Ever After; They could have a miracle delivered to them this night. Young Harry Potter could grow up with his Loving Parents and their friends. He would never have to experience the Dursley's abuse. He would never have to be consumed loneliness and the awkward feeling of never belonging. He would know of the Wizarding World all his life, never having to suffer eleven years before bein throwing head first and completely unprepared into a world that he should have known all his life.

If the Potter's lived; Peter would be caught and Sirius would never have to suffer Azkaban. Harry wouldn't have to spend every year at 'The Safest Place in the World' with something new always attempting to murder him. The Battle in the Department of Mysteries would never have happened for he would have had people who were willing to fight for him. He would never have died young by falling through the Veil.

And there was the reason why The Night Arcobaleno would not save the Potters.

He was a horrible son, putting his own happiness over his parent's lives, but they had to die so Harry would do the same. Harry Potter had to fall through the Veil for Bermuda von Veckenschtein to exist. To Alter the Past was to Alter the Future.

He's selfish, oh so selfish.

He wants to exist, he wants Jager to find him that day, he wants to meet and grow with his twisted family, he wants to feel the loneliness slowly fade away with every Guardian he locates. He wants to experience the daily chaos and destruction that is his life. So the Vindice Warden does nothing as the redhead woman- Lilly- who was his mother whispered softly to his counterpart in the crib before spinning to face her killer as the door is blown off its hinges.

Its harder to be a spectator then he thought.

He listens with a firsthand experience as the woman offers her own life and begs for his, forcing himself to watch as his hands shake at his side with pure, undulated rage. Yet he does not intervene even as the flash of brilliant emerald hit the woman and her body falls to the ground in front of his toddler self's crib.

Bermuda could feel his Night Flames surging beneath his skin as that wand, which had just aid in the murder of his Mother and Father, turns towards his infant self. he could see the sneer on the aristocratic-looking face as crimson eyes glowed with victory.

"Avada Kedavra."

He's not supposed to intervene, he's just a Spector, a silent ghost in the night. Yet the moment the emerald light is upon his infant self, Bermuda Flames act; springing forward with a viciousness the Night Arcobaleno had rarely seen before unless Checkerface was involved. The Vindice Warden watches in silent surprise as his Night Flames tear into the curse the moment it glazes the child; devouring a vast majority of it, before both them and what remains of the curse if flying back towards the so-called 'Dark Lord'.

It happens so quickly, Bermuda would have thought he imagined it all if not for the robe in a pile of dust where riddle had once stood, a familiar lightning scar upon infant Harry Potter's face, and the Black Flames mixed with crimson ones eating at the ceiling. He's only just diminished His Flames when the Night Arcobaleno hears a cry of 'Lilly' followed by someone rushing up the stairway. By time Severus Snape enters the room, Bermuda von Veckenschtein is gone.