Chapter 28
"Life Is Made Of Little Things"
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I just feel like my wounds wont heal
My body pitted with scars and the marks still clear
After weeks of what should be …better
The red flesh, goes deep into me
Bruised genes that stick
With the lessons ingrained
Never to make the same again
For fear of more;
For fear
That is forever that lash across my heart
My head, always doubting what he said
Its my way, wanting
Its my life, wishing
Dreaming it away
Dreaming of better days
Fires warm not fierce
A coolness that does not pierce my reverie
A coolness not a chill touch
Something neutral, unnerved
That cannot kill my senses
That cannot be bad
However wrong or unintentionally
Dreamt of love
Wanted a simple version of perfection
Wished the bad blood behind me, away
From what was today
Needed other than misery
Needed freedom
Space to breathe
Finally
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##Elianne##
It seemed like life didn't give any breaks. Elianne mused as she watched the cloaked figure flee the doorway, and the two figures affront of her and her friends.
Not to her, not to anyone.
She looked up from her momentary thoughts.
Hermione was gone from the glimpse she had caught before.
Now only the other two were left in the middle of the abandoned area.
Her mother and father still stood at a Mexican standoff. Neither moving. Neither doing anything.
Her mother gripping wand tightly.
Fear in her mothers eyes.
*What else did she expect?* Elianne said spitefully to herself.
She left us. She left me.
##Eliza##
One of the secrets of life is to make stepping-stones out of stumbling blocks.
She'd heard that somewhere.
And now she looked at what all the advice had made.
The choice you made was never the right one.
She had abandoned her family for further family.
Now all the past confronted her, in the shape of her former husband and the girl who looked at her with hate in her eyes. Elianne, her daughter, hating with a vengeance her own mother. It seemed wrong…
Much like all Eliza's life had turned out, like it had been for her.
But the past was done.
The past added up to what she was, why she was in this place right at this moment.
All determined by others, by events out of her control.
She just needed a grab at the future. That was all she could wish to change.
##Harry##
Harry sneered at May's form. Looking at her today he saw what he had missed all the years before. Her raven hair flew around her face whipping her features, lips thin and mouth carved tight. She curled at the corners unpleasantly.
His betrayer facing him. He was speechless.
*What do you say to the person who caused your death for all extensive purposes?
What do you say to the person who condemned all those you loved? Who did the worst possible actions imaginable.*
But she was just like her father, as Draco had explained to him, her name not May but Eliza. Somehow a much sharper description for her, more fitting to what she was.
Something the man, which Harry had known once as his mortal enemy, had left out whilst explaining the situation infront of all. Luckily Draco had had the commonsense not to talk of Eliza's heritage whilst Elianne was present. It seemed that the Riddle's weren't figured of much importance in this whole thing.
Maybe not to the Order of Charadrius, but to him it was monstrous.
It was more than ironic that he'd married the prodigy of his adversary, further that his daughter's grandfather was responsible for the murder of her other grandparents.
Spiteful that Elianne should have the greatest evil in her, that she should feel shame for doing nothing to noone.
##Cassandra##
A group including the girls, Snape and few other adults filed into the small area. Walking to surround the two at a distance.
Cassy saw Snape's eyes dart across them and she silently cursed herself for being so gullible. She like almost everyone else did not know who the woman really was, but she knew what she had told the previously ginger haired female, had endangered Harry and possibly them all.
She turned to El to see her reactions to her father and the woman's clash.
And in Elianne's calm blank face she found a hurt deeply hidden. Tears unbroken in the eyes.
At that moment Harry shouted out at the woman.
"What did you do it for other than the obvious reasons? How could you leave her? Not me but your own flesh. If families so important then why leave her? She was really truly family yet you did the same to her."
Eliza seemed to fear him, she stepped back, wary too of an orderly nearby.
In a short whisper she said back "Family look out for each other. She was better off there."
"You left her to die. How could that be better?"
She lurched forward, desperate to explain. A pained look on her face but still not wishing to get too close to him.
*Why couldn't he see why it was? Why she had to do all of it that way*
She spoke louder, wanting him to understand
"Would you have preferred the alternative? With dear grandpa in the scene. Would you? Do you not think I thought about it, about why it had to be done. It was the only thing I could choose on. And I had to do what I did."
Snape motioned to one of the standerby's.
Eliza preoccupied with Harry, for a second did not see it coming.
The shining handcuffs had enough time to be latched over one hand before she lashed out at the wizard and a whole battle broke out.
They all pointed their wands deflecting her curses as she tried to struggle free from the first wizards hold, the only one attached to the magical handcuffs.
If they could get her she could not escape. Til then all she needed to do was get away from the poor sap who held them tightly.
She knocked him back with force, his break weakened as he slumped to the floor.
But he did not let go and she was dragged down with him.
In the few minutes after that she was enclosed. Wand thrown across the floor with a powerful disarming spell. Wizards on all sides.
##Harry##
Harry watching it silently from behind. Elianne at his side.
"Take her away" Snape fired the order to the group "All of you."
He caught the arm of Gregory as he passed with them
"Inform the M.O.M. I believe Nephiram has plenty of places free for witches like her. Make a recommendation. I'm sure they'll love to have Voldemort's daughter there."
Harry flinched at Snape's comment, sensing Elianne's displeasure.
*Nobody liked Voldemorts daughter. Why should Elianne think she's safe as Voldemorts granddaughter? Maybe once removed wasn't enough for them. Or for Elianne.*
He angled his arm to cuddle his daughter, as he watched her mother disappear from view. Taken no doubt by the wizards to the fearful prison, a site which was second only in terror to Azkhaban.
People didn't come out of Nephiram.
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Don't you do anything my friend
Don't even try to smile in my direction
It's an infection of obsession
Life ain't enough
It's tough and I'm going down to the limits
Past the no go zone, into space
Into whatever it takes
To get that stuff that makes it
The thrill is no good unless
You get that chill down your spine
In your head
Like you are dead for a second
Isn't worth a cent without that feeling
That we all need, the air we breathe
Taken away
Despairing for, preparing for
Nothing
We look to a place with no one
With our brains gone numb
With our minds in drive
Far too alive to care
Only want to dare
To do all the things
That nightmares make
Want desire, want lust, want power
Fuck it up; don't need trust
There, there is deceit
And lies
And all that we despise
Yet we love it
So far in we cant see
It's the object of idolatry
It's the secret fire
We worship (in the flame)
The eternal death of each of us
Personality gone
Just someone; with some thing that they want
Greedy little man scuttling along in the gutter
All along it was us
Everyone was wrong
It's all there is to us
Every one of those things we deny
We put on the list of hated
Well here they are; belated
In the fierce bonds we created
To bind them from us
Only mixing them more to us
Denial sending them deeper within
To rebirth a hunger
For our frailty
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##Hermione##
It wasn't she was scared of the world. She scared herself with herself. Or more accurately with what resided in her. Darkness residing. Presiding over her, over what it willed her to do. Brain split between his voices and her own thoughts. With lines blurring quickly as he took hold.
Which was why when she willed to be anywhere but near Harry she had turned up in a place she really preferred not to.
The desperate apparration had been subverted and Khaeos had directed her to the exact opposite of where she wished to be, other than near Harry.
The new HQ of the Khaeodrics.
Hosted politely by Thomas riddle.
And secured and armed to the teeth with protection.
Each of them carried an amulet, with one of the symbols that she remembered from the ascension.
She could only summise that they stopped her from hurting them and added to suppressing her too.
Because she feebly willed her body to move but words came out of her mouth she could only hear as coarse and dry, a crackling.
It was the god who had sent her here, who kept her here.
She no longer had control.
Life had turned into a vaguely familiar dream, one where you can't do a thing.
No even the littlest thing, that could change even one person's world.
Trapped to a fiend, living in hell.
With nothing to be done about it.
She couldn't lay a finger on any of them whatsoever even if she could escape Khaoes's control.
Nothing could be done.
Short of a rescue party, from the people she'd warned away.
Looked like things weren't going very well for the world today.
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##Harry##
Harry sat back in the cushy chair of the living room of the cottage.
Elianne sat over from him in the open kitchen, with her friends. they'd found a board game that mildly amused them. The wizardborns at least had never played it and were getting quite excited.
It was only Elianne who remained quiet and composed at the table, as all her companions squealed in a delight.
If they had known what had just happened maybe they would have acted differently.
But Elianne had not wanted that evidently. She had at no point sat down to explain that woman was her mother. Maybe that was because it was hard to comprehend, understand or believe even.
Maybe it was because she didn't want to reveal to them the horrors of what it all meant. As he'd had to explain to her himself when they had first returned home.
Elianne now knew her mothers true nature.
And in part what she was made of.
A family mystery that noone would have liked to expose. Hardly surprising she'd not taken it too well.
*And how had he taken it?*
He was angry. That she'd really been his enemy, that it was lies and deceit. Hiding from him, leaving her daughter. And in the utmost she'd had the audacity to come back into the picture as a crazed psychotic member of a cult. Didn't matter she didn't believe in it like all the other followers. She'd still done what she'd done. Helped capture Hermione, the woman who'd occupied Eliza's own responsibility.
She'd kept on coming back to damn them more and more.
He balled up a fist in rage.
Fearing he'd punch through one of the walls if he didn't do something, he bundled his hands into his pockets.
As he sat there he noticed quickly that they weren't empty.
Despite the fact he'd not put anything in them.
He pulled out a crumpled note.
In a script he immediately recognised.
Harry
Don't follow me. Leave me be.
I know what's happening to me, something I feel you can't comprehend.
I want things to work out ok but I can't promise you'll be safe if you stay with me.
That's why you MUST stay away. ALL of you, including the Order of Charadrius.
No one is safe near me. It's not worth the risk of what could happen.
I need help, yes. But you are not the one who can give me it. I'm not sure there is anyone who can.
Just don't doom yourself because of me. I'll either be fine or it won't matter anymore.
Whichever way it is vital you don't intervene.
I say this because I care. Its for the best.
-x-
Hermione
He read the message, not surprised at her sentiments.
Seeing her like that. Wanting to help.
She was never powerless
And the kiss
Whatever it was they shared in that.
It meant something even though she had taken it back.
People never do things they didn't want to do, sometimes things they didn't mean to but what you wanted you usually did spiting one's own judgement.
And the contrast of the events.
Of Eliza to Hermione.
He loved her.
It was so clear now.
He'd always loved Hermione.
The years before he'd convinced himself were only infatuation.
A stupid unavoidable mistake of the hormones as he'd rationalised.
Yet that had never been it.
He'd never stopped loving her.
He'd just ceased to remind himself of the fact.
And look what it had got him.
She wanted nothing to do with him now, for whatever it was that was happening to her, she was afraid of.
Scared of the world, into hiding.
To a place he would not find her in.
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Every time you fell
He was there to pull you up
Hand outreached
Toward the girl called me
Picking the bits back up to life
And all you gave
Each time, every day
Was a slap in the face
For indignation
That you needed to be saved
Tonight
You look out onto the high sky
Out the window, over the porch
Searching the landscape for his figure
Hoping dearly he'll come despite your orders
Stay away, I'm not for you, stay away from
The dangerous person I am
Because you always hurt him more than when life hurt you
Transferring pain into him
Never meaning it
Always regretting your words
Wishing actions had been different
In some subtle way
To give him
To tell him in a clue
That indeed you love him
And not just loved, but still
He isn't there
Tonight
You carry on sleepless
Wistfully wishing on the bright star
As if maybe you have a guardian angel
Who's forever unawoken
Who possibly might rise tonight
To bring him once
To you when you know
This time atleast
Exactly what to say, to do
But life hits you back
In the face, a loud slap
You don't deserve another chance
You cannot choose
Go on to what awaits
No use hanging around
For the world to befall you
You have to save yourself
As much as you have to save the world
You cannot choose
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