Disclaimer: The majority of this chapter is taken directly from J. K. Rowling's Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. This will be the only chapter that that will be the case. I own nothing except maybe my OC's but even that is circumspect. (This disclaimer will apply for the whole story)
Prologue
"You've been so brave."
She could not speak. Her eyes feasted on her mother, and she thought that she would like to stand and look at her forever, and that would be enough.
"You are nearly there," said James. "Very close. We are . . . so proud of you."
"Does it hurt?" The childish question had fallen from Ellie's lips before she could stop it.
"Dying? Not at all," said Sirius. "Quicker and easier than falling asleep."
"And he will want it to be quick. He wants it over," said Remus.
"I didn't want you to die," Ellie said. These words came without her volition. "Any of you. I'm sorry -"
She addressed Remus more than any of them, beseeching him. "- right after you'd had your son . . . Remus, I'm sorry -"
"I am sorry too," he said. "Sorry I will never know him . . . but he will know why I died and I hope he will understand. I was trying to make a world in which he could live a happier life."
A chilly breeze that seemed to emanate from the heart of the forest lifted the hair at Ellie's brow and back. She knew that they would not tell her to go, that it would have to be her decision.
"You'll stay with me?"
"Until the very end," said James.
"They won't be able to see you?" asked Ellie.
"We are part of you," said Sirius. "Invisible to anyone else."
Ellie looked at her mother.
"Stay close to me," she said quietly.
And she set off. The dementors' chill did not overcome her; she passed through it with her companions, and they acted like Patronuses to her, and together they marched through the old trees that grew closely together, their branches tangled, their roots gnarled and twisted underfoot. Ellie clutched the Cloak tightly around her in the darkness, traveling deeper and deeper into the forest, with no idea where exactly Voldemort was, but sure that she would find him. Beside her, making scarcely a sound, walked James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily, and their presence was her courage, and the reason she was able to keep putting one foot in front of the other.
A thud and a whisper: Some other living creature had stirred close by. Ellie stopped under the Cloak, peering around, listening, and her mother and father, Remus and Sirius stopped too.
"Someone there," came a rough whisper close at hand. "She's got an Invisibility Cloak. Could it be - ?"
Two figures emerged from behind a nearby tree: Their wands flared, and Ellie saw Yaxley and Dolohov peering into the darkness, directly at the place Ellie, her mother and father and Sirius and Remus stood. Apparently they could not see anything.
They had traveled on mere minutes when Ellie saw light ahead, and Yaxley and Dolohov stepped out into a clearing that Ellie knew had been the place where the monstrous Aragog had once lived. The remnants of his vast web were there still, but the swarms of descendants he had spawned had been driven out by the Death Eaters, to fight for their cause.
A fire burned in the middle of the clearing, and its flickering light fell over a crowd of completely silent, watchful Death Eaters. Some of them were still masked and hooded; others showed their faces. Two giants sat on the outskirts of the group, casting massive shadows over the scene, their faces cruel, rough-hewn like rock. Ellie saw Fenrir, skulking, chewing his long nails; the great blond Rowle was dabbing at his bleeding lip. She saw Lucius Malfoy, who looked defeated and terrified, and Narcissa, whose eyes were sunken and full of apprehension.
Every eye was fixed upon Voldemort, who stood with his head bowed, and his white hands folded over the Elder Wand in front of him. He might have been praying, or else counting silently in his mind, and Ellie, standing still on the edge of the scene, thought absurdly of a child counting in a game of hide-and-seek. Behind his head, still swirling and coiling, the great snake Nagini floated in her glittering, charmed cage, like a monstrous halo.
"I thought she would come," said Voldemort in his high, clear voice, his eyes on the leaping flames. "I expected her to come."
Nobody spoke. They seemed as scared as Ellie, whose heart was now throwing itself against her ribs as though determined to escape the body she was about to cast aside. Her hands were sweating as she pulled off the Invisibility Cloak and stuffed it beneath her robes, with her wand. She did not want to be tempted to fight.
"I was, it seems . . . mistaken," said Voldemort.
"You weren't."
Ellie said it as loudly as she could, with all the force she could muster: She did not want to sound afraid. The Resurrection Stone slipped from between her numb fingers, and out of the corner of her eyes she saw her parents, Sirius, and Remus vanish as she stepped forward into the firelight. At that moment she felt that nobody mattered but Voldemort. It was just the two of them.
The illusion was gone as soon as it had come. The giants roared as the Death Eaters rose together, and there were many cries, gasps, even laughter. Voldemort had frozen where he stood, but his red eyes had found Ellie, and he stared as Ellie moved toward him, with nothing but the fire between them.
Then a voice yelled: "ELLIE! NO!"
She turned: Hagrid was bound and trussed, tied to a tree nearby. His massive body shook the branches overhead as he struggled, desperate.
"NO! NO! ELLIE, WHAT'RE YEH - ?"
"QUIET!" shouted Rowle, and with a flick of his wand, Hagrid was silenced.
Ellie could feel her wand against her chest, but she made no attempt to draw it. She knew that the snake was too well protected, knew that if she managed to point the wand at Nagini, fifty curses would hit her first. And still, Voldemort and Ellie looked at each other, and now Voldemort tilted his head a little to the side, considering the girl standing before him, and a singularly mirthless smile curled the lipless mouth.
"Elizabeth Potter," he said very softly. His voice might have been part of the spitting fire. "The Girl Who Lived."
None of the Death Eaters moved. They were waiting: Everything was waiting. Hagrid was struggling, and Bellatrix was panting, and Ellie thought inexplicably of Fred, and his blazing look, and the feel of his lips on hers-
Voldemort had raised his wand. His head was still tilted to one side, like a curious child, wondering what would happen if he proceeded. Ellie looked back into the red eyes, and wanted it to happen now, quickly, while she could still stand, before she lost control, before she betrayed fear -
Everything seemed to freeze and three female voices speaking over each other (one young, one middle aged, and one of advanced age) so that it seemed only one whispered hoarsely,
"Καθώς το σκοτάδι έχει επικρατήσει
Ο χρόνος θα γυρίσει πίσω.
Πάρτε αυτή την ψυχή να ευνοημένη θέση της,
Για να βοηθήσει όσους χρειάζονται τη χάρη της εξοικονόμησης.
Το υπόλοιπο θα πρέπει να αποκατασταθεί."
She saw Voldemort's mouth move and a flash of green light, heard a childish voice calling her name from afar and then everything was gone.
AN:/ Hey guys had this on the burner for a while and was playing around with photoshop today so finally decided to publish it.
Translation of Greek:
As darkness has prevailed
Time will turn back.
Take this soul to her favoured place,
In order to help those who need her saving grace.
The balance shall be restored.