- The past must stay there for a reason.
"Oh. Hi." I answer her.
"Follow me" Photia orders.
"And why exactly would I do that?" I answer her, raising a brow. "I'm not too keen on following someone made of freaking Hell fire thankyouverymuch." I say and then look at Lily. "Take me back. I don't want any more responsibility than I already have. The fate of the whole wizarding world is already on my shoulders and the lives of thousands so thank you for the offer but I'm going to have to refuse." I smile at her calmly.
"You can't refuse your destiny." The woman muses, her tone amused.
"This is not my freaking destiny lady. I don't want to listen to destiny anymore. It screwed me over once. Not going to get a second chance."
"You know your true calling now. You'll start to see the monsters around like second nature. They will know you can see them and they will attack. They will try to kill you and your pathetic attempts of demonic magic and wizarding magic will do nothing against them." She informs me in a tone that quivered on anger.
"Then take it back. I don't want to see them."
"You don't get a choice."
"Then you don't get a choice in this either." I snap at her, getting angry. "You don't boss me around. I do whatever the hell I want. I will walk out of here and not look back with or without this damn sight." I snarl, eyes blazing.
She pauses and shrugs. "If you leave without taking the oath, you and your friends will die. Then that boy will become Lord Voldemort. The prophecy would be fulfilled and all your work would have been for nothing."
"At least then I can go on a damn vacation." I shrug, smirking.
"The boy will be lost forever. You care for him at least if you do not care for yourself." My whole face goes black. Why did people always use love as an ultimatum?
"Don't you dare threaten him." I snap, angered.
"Good god. She has a death wish. I almost pissed myself when I met Photia." James whispers all too loudly to his wife. They were both watching our confrontation with wide eyes.
"What happens if I take the oath?" I ask, tired. I was so done with all this bullshit.
"You begin training. Every night you will come down. here and one of my Hell bearers will train you to unlock your true potential. You take the oath right now and you gain the tools and powers necessary to save yourself and your friends from Grindelwald and his Acolytes."
"What does the oath entail?" I muse, deep in thought.
"You give your life to the cause."
"Give my life? Lady I ain't giving my life up for shit." I demand scoffing.
"You would give your life to save those you love... so vow to give your life to this cause as well."
"It's a good cause Val." James says, blurting in. "You save so many people."
"I'm already doing that." I muse dryly.
"Do you know why you were chosen to be the girl in the prophecy? Why fate made you and Voldemort so interconnected?" The woman of fire muses.
"You wouldn't ask me if I knew." I was getting annoyed.
"It was because of a single decision you made as a mere babe." She motions. me to follow her and I do against my better judgement.
"You were the only child Voldemort never killed." She announces, making me blink. "You were supposed to die that night. The night your parents died. The night Lily and James died. You were supposed be one of the five souls I was to retrieve that day and yet your soul was not there.... because you had not died. Voldemort had spared you."
"What? Why?" I demand, brows furrowing. "He'd have made the horcruxes by then. He would've been so devoid. So unloving and hateful." I demand.
"Six horcruxes." She murmurs. I see Lily and James following us and I try to keep my attention on the fiery thing in front of me.
"Seven." I corrected and she nods her head.
"The seventh is split in between the Potter twins." She drawls and I blink steadily in shock.
"Ettie and Harry?" I whip around to gape at Lily who nods her head, eyes hard.
"Shall we show her what happened that night?" Photia asks mockingly and before I had a chance to answer she had knocked me back on my forehead so hard, I go sprawling to the floor. Instead of hitting the lava and the scorching floors of Hell, I slam hard into wooden floors.
There was my mother. She was sitting beside a little crib and I stroll over to see a sleeping baby. That was me.
"Is Primrose asleep?" My dad walks in, running a hand through his flaming red hair, his green eyes happy yet tired.
"Yes." My mum smiles. "Hush though. It took hours to finally put her to bed." My mum was beautiful. Her eyes were like mine. Blue like the ocean. Light and joyous when she was happy and then they were like the crashing waves during a storm when someone pissed her off.
"Is Lily safe? Her and the kids?" My father asks her and she nods slowly.
"She told me she'd tell me if anything else came up."
"I wish we could protect her too. At least Petunia is safe." My father sits down on the armrest my mother was on, planting a kiss on her head.
"We need to trust our daughter darling. She can take-" My mother is cut off by a loud blast. The door had been blasted off of its hinges, a red light enflaming the darkness of the night as if it was a prophecy... a foretelling of the blood that would be split here tonight.
"I don't want to watch this!!!" I shout suddenly realizing that Tom had strode inside my parent's house. He moved inside like he owned the damn house... no like he owned the whole world.
"You must." Lily strolls into the memory beside me, gazing at me sadly. "You need to know."
Tom was handsome even now, as he stood over my parents threatening them, as if he were bored. The wand in his hand was gripped loosely like he didn't expect a fight at all.
His eyes, so usually dark, were as black as the night. No emotion was on his face at all. My brows furrow together and I stride over to him. So close that if he reached out in real life he would kiss me and I'd feel his soft lips on mine again.
"Do you see him?" Lily asks me, pity in her voice. "Do you see the man you love in there?"
"I see him." I answer to her surprise. My voice was curt and rough, like a laser blade. A small, sad smile makes its way onto my lips and I nod. "I see him."
I could not tell what he was thinking which was a first. I couldn't read him like this. He seemed too far away. Too distinct.
"Where is Harry Potter?" He voice was smooth, velvety even. It was husky, low and dark with his older age.
He must've already graduated from Hogwarts here.
"Voldemort." My mother raises a brow at him. "Welcome. Would you like some tea?" She offers the dark wizard and I look at Lily in surprise.
"Where did you think you got your quick tongue from? Dad??" She scoffs and I grin in amusement.
Tom doesn't answer her and he stares at them for a second. "Legimancy." I realize what he was doing. I'd seen that expression on his face a thousand times before. To this my sister stares at me, unblinking.
"How do you know?"
"How can I not?" I answer her question with a question of my own.
The second he sees nothing of use in their minds, he raises his wand and kills them. Two spells, uttered at the same time. Two flashes of green that instantly made little me sit up in my crib and stare up at the scene with wide blue eyes.
My mum was dead first. Then my dad. But not before I heard my dad's heartbroken wails of agony at seeing the love of his life die. I'd never ever forget his screams. The tears were coming down fast and hard. I move closer to the crib where I see Tom move towards as well.
Watching in fascination I gaze up at Tom who seemed to be reading the baby's / my, mind.
"Well you aren't Harry." He scoffs and then stares at her in disgust. "I might as well kill you seeing as you'll just suffer in a world with no parents." His tone was appeasing, the tone he used when he was faking his interest in something, but the baby just glares at him.
Tom holds the wand out at her and casts the spell meant to have killed me. Instead of the spell actually touching me, baby Valentine snatches Tom's wand from his grip and the spell shoot upwards, blasting a hole through the ceiling.
This makes the baby burst out laughing.
"Oh my gosh, I was a psychopath as a baby as well." I gape in horror. I wasn't the only one gaping. Tom was staring at the child with a keen interest. Baby Valentine starts waving the wand back and forth and with every single wave of the wand spells start shooting from it like a disco ball.
This makes baby Valentine laugh even harder. She thought it was a funny game.
"What on earth!!!?" Voldemort had to physically duck behind the crib to prevent himself from getting hit by the spells I was shooting at him.
"I'm so adorable. You can't even blame Tom for not murdering me." I scoff, staring at the scene with a smile.
"Don't be an idiot. He kept you alive for your power. What baby waves a wand and spells erupt from it?" Lilly scowls at me.
Tom snatches the wand from the baby's grip, looking enraged. All Valentine does is clap her hands, as if pleading the dark wizard for another light show.
"Curious." He muses slightly glaring down at me.
"Oh my gosh he's trying to see if I'm afraid of him!" I snap, trying not to laugh myself. I could suddenly read his expressions again. And then he was just my Tom. The Tom I knew like the back of my hand.
"Bloody hell." He snarls but the baby crawls upwards and grabs his sleeve, blue eyes blazing and happy. She didn't understand that this man had just killed her parents or that he was a bad person. She wanted this pretty man to hold her.
"You loved him then and you love him now." Lily's voice was dry as she sighs.
The baby, crawls up and latches herself on him like a vine. Tom tried to shake her off him, which just resulted in more infectious baby laughter.
He ended up having to pick me up and place me back in the crib. He raised the wand and put it to the baby's throat, glaring at her in hate.
"Goodbye little thing." He scowls but then a blast is heard outside and he sighs, staring at her hard for a second before replacing his wand. "Till the next time Evans." His tone was hard, but his eyes were snakelike and interested.
Then he apparates away just as wizarding reinforcement bursts into the house and the whole vision disappears from sight.
- The truth can sometimes hurt.