Voltaic Falling

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It all came to her in a dream. 

She was drained. She had exerted her energy in bringing the small house elf that Harry was so fond of back to life. She had never tried such power, but she unlocked something that day at the Malfoy Manor. She knew that her new powers provided enough so that she could defeat Voldemort. 

She knew what she had to do. She alone couldn't defeat Voldemort. Harry needed to die as a Horcrux, but she needed to channel her powers inside of him. Harry needed to defeat Voldemort. It wasn't her fight. It was in between the boy who lived and the Dark Lord. 

She had dreamed about being in a clearing, the underlying memories of Severus Snape and the most painful of them all, a Regulus Black who appeared to her. 

"My daughter- my joy and my pride, we are so proud of you, Tris. You have come a long way. I have limited time with you. I discovered something in that cave- the secret that Voldemort had made Hocruxes. Harry is one of them. He doesn't know it now, but he will, and he'll know what to do. Unfortunately, you also discovered something that day at Malfoy Manor and the day you tethered Dobby the house elf's soul back to its mortal body. You are no longer limited to Morgana's power, but it seems that death has made a host out of your powers. You have the ability to give people the option to fight or fledge, and the ability to take away life. Along with that, some other ways to channel your power that you might discover at the moment. This has a price, Beatrice. Everything does. I don't know what your price to pay might be, but everything is possible, Tris. I don't have much time left in this dream but I need to say this once. We are proud and remember, for a better world". 

A cold feeling seeped through her bones. A prize to be paid. Death incarnate. Her very touch was death or life. 

She shuddered awake, seeing her comfy bed on display, along with Bill sitting in the ottoman at the end of the bed. He was reading a book. 

She stood from her place as Bill ran to her. 

"Merlin, woman, don't ever scare me like that again! What were you thinking? Promise me you'll never exert your powers like that again. Saints, you are certainly more trouble than the golden trio combined", he said softly kissing her temple. 

She laughed softly, "I'm fine, Will. Now, is Dobby here? I must talk to him". 

Bill nodded his head and led the woman with a hand on her waist in case she collapsed from the lingering tiredness she beheld. 

Soon, the trio in the kitchen saw Beatrice in all her glory in might making her way down the stairs. Their whispers cesead as the woman reached for Dobby who was shaking her hand in gratitude and sputtering other formalities. 

She did not even let the elf say anything as she engulfed him in a hug. 

"I am so glad you are here Dobby, I'm sorry if it wasn't your wish to be so, but I couldn't see Harry going through another loss of a friend. You mean a great deal to him, and therefore, to me too". 

The elf eyes glistened as he continued to hug the lady he now knew was Beatrice Black. 

"Mistress Black will forever be in my debt. Dobby can do whatever she would like!"

"It's alright Dobby, we are just glad you are here with us. It's actually Beatrice Weasley now Dobby. Please call me Tris."

Dobby chimed and was so argumentative to the point the elf ran to the kitchen to serve breakfast for the young couple. 

Harry barreled the young woman in a hug after she was done talking with Dobby. He wanted to thank her profusely, but no words came to him. She was the one always picking up after his messes, but this time, his mess cost him a life- a life she was able to bring back. 

The woman gestured for Hermione outside, knowing they had to talk. 

"Mione, I know you know"

"know I know what exactly?"

"know about my condition, or curse or whatever, the fact that I am death itself along with Morgana's powers"

"Yes. I had my theories". 

She had came undone then and told her everything. Every detail and even every death. She knew she couldn't do this alone. She knew what she had to do. Ultimately, she left that final part out. 

The girls knew that the plan they just came up with was the only hope. 

Harry had to die. Beatrice had to be close enough to channel her powers through the resurrection stone so that Harry could live. She knew that if they were to be any deaths, she would do her best to tether their sould back to their mortal body. She knew that the price to pay was still unknown, but that the would see it in the future. 

For now all that mattered was that she was going to save Harry Potter one last time. 

She would save the boy she adored as her baby brother, even if the prize of that was her own life. She would gladly do it. Bill would understand that in the end, she was in borrowed time anyway and that there was no other options. They were out of time. 

She stayed for a bit of time outside while the trio continued the search for the two final Horcruxes. She closed her eyes, savoring the sun on her skin. 

Bill reached from behind and feather kissed her shoulders. She sighed in content and turned to him, gathering his face in her hands. She kissed him right there and poured every fiber of her to the kiss. 

Bill savored the kiss. He did not know what came to her to make him kiss him like this, but he held on to her as a lifeline. 

She smiled into the kiss and pressed her foreheads to his. She had gotten what she wanted in the end. She had gotten the man she loved, a house, a life, people who loved her greatly and, happiness. 

Soon, after sunset, the trio decided to go to Gringotts in hopes to find one Horcrux in Bellatrix's vaults. She nodded, understanding the plan. Her powers roared inside of her, ready to be unleashed. However, she needed to sit this one out. 

If everything her father told her was true, she had one final night to spend with Bill before the final war. She had one night to hold him and whisper how much she loved him in his ear. One last night to feel every scar and denture. One last night to tell him how much she loved him and how grateful she was for him- for walking that dark path together. 

He would understand. Bill would understand. She was on borrowed time. She needed to do that. She needed to pay whatever prize for this to work. She needed to take the consequences with every brunt of their force. It was the only way. 

She hoped Bill would understand that this was the final night she intended to be relished by his warmth and touched upon his calloused hands. 

She was afraid to close her eyes, she wanted to have every little moment for her. 

She is Beatrice Black- and she would not be afraid.