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Only the Ring Finger Knows
By ~Lizzie~
A/N: I’m putting off my FFVII Seph/Vin fic for this one,
because this idea wouldn’t leave me alone (and no one’s reviewed the latest
chapter…). It’s directly taken from a
manga of the same name by Satoru Kannagi.
No plagiarism is intended; I’m just using the concept. So don’t sue!! I’m a poor vampire (phlebotomist)!
Story concept belongs to Satoru Kannagi (withakinaking by me
to suit my purposes)
Characters belong to J.K. Rowling
Thank you, and enjoy!
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Prologue
The war had been grueling. More people had lost their lives than I’d
care to remember, on both sides of the conflict. In the end, it had come down to Dumbledore, McGonagall, Hermione,
Malfoy, Snape and me against Voldemort and a handful of his Death Eaters. It had been an unspoken agreement that the
others would take care of the Death Eaters, leaving me to deal with the Dark
Lord myself. I knew that Dumbledore was
watching to make sure that I wouldn’t be left alone in the event of an
emergency, but I still resented the fact that everyone assumed that I was the
only one who could defeat the Dark Lord.
Perhaps I was, but we’ll never know, because no one ever tried.
I know that I sound bitter right
now, but I suppose it’s to be expected.
I don’t really resent anyone now, I’ve gotten over those feelings, but I
look back and find that everything that had been done was to ensure that I
would be the one to face Voldemort. The
whole wizarding world had really placed all of their eggs in my basket, and
truthfully they’re lucky that I didn’t break them.
In the end, it hadn’t been an Avada
Kedavra that had killed Voldemort, not directly at least. I had tried many times to aim the killing
curse at his foul visage, but he had blocked them each time. I was starting to lose the hope that he
could be killed at all, and I was starting to feel fatigued from all the energy
I’d been using both attacking and defending.
Voldemort was rapidly gaining the upper hand, and I’ll never forget the
look of glee on his face as he hit me with a particularly nasty curse.
I had doubled over in pain, it was
one of the most exquisitely painful moments of my life, and for a moment I
thought that Voldemort was going to finish me then and there. When it didn’t happen immediately, I looked
up. He was standing two feet from me, a
sadistic gleam in his creepy eyes, his wand pointed at me. I knew at that moment that I was going to
die, and there was nothing that I could possibly do about it.
At that point, a happy accident
occurred. Malfoy, in his infinite
wisdom (please ignore my sarcasm), decided then to try and heal me. I assume that he was trying to heal me, at
least. But, in the heat of the moment,
his aim was off, and the brunt of the spell struck Voldemort rather than
me. I got some of the residual effects,
making the pain of the curse lessen, and Voldemort got a chest full of positive
energy.
I suppose that it was the fact that
was was positive eneto hto his negative energy that did it. He stumbled backwards, clutching at his
chest as if he were in the throes of a heart attack, and nearly tripped over a
rock behind him. I used his vulnerability
to my advantage, and gathered the rest of my energy around myself to be drawn
on as I cast the final spell of the final battle in the largest wizarding war
in nearly three centuries.
I find it funny that I cast an
Unforgivable, and have not been prosecuted for it. It just shows you the double standard of the laws. People will overlook the breaking of laws as
long as the result is favorable for the powers that be.
When I confronted Malfoy after the
battle’s end to thank him for saving my life and the rest of the world, he
merely sneered at me in typical Malfoy fashion. I believe his exact words to me then were “Merely looking out for
my own survival, Potter.” I hardly
should have been surprised considering our history and his attitude.
All this happened during the spring of our sixth
year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
My story happened during our
seventh year of school.
After the war, things were both the
same and different. Classes went on as
if nothing had happened out of the ordinary, though those classes were missing
some familiar faces. Casualties of
war. Those that were still attending
looked somewhat the worse for wear.
Ron, for example, wore a continually sadd fac face – his brother Percy
was lost on a Death Eater raid of the Ministry of Magic, and Bill was in a
magical coma in St. Mungo’s due to a curse he fell to. I could empathize, and often comforted the
redhead when he succumbed to the overwhelming feelings of sadness he
experienced. Hermione was a huge help
with him when I was feeling under the weather myself.
There were examples of such changes
all over the school, but overall none were very drastic. War had changed things, changed people, but
it was for the better. It brought out
the natural resilience known to humankind, the adaptability that had made it
possible for the survival of the species.
Of course, there were a couple of exceptions to the changes. Some were not small; some were not for the
better. The biggest exception was Draco
Malfoy. I swear, I didn’t think that
the boy had it in him.
It seems that in the months since
the end of the war, Malfoy had gotten an attitude adjustment. It started showing itself toward the summer
holidays of our sixth year, and apparently it stuck. At first, people were wary of the ‘new and improved’ Malfoy, and
generally steered clear of him. Especially
the Gryffindors, understandably, he had been a great git to us for most of six
years.
When his attitude didn’t change
after the summer, people reluctantly started trusting that it was
permanent. Some of the rumors I heard
about his change of heart were that he no longer had to worry about impressing
his fathor tor the Dark Lord, or othuch uch drivel. I myself thought that he was biding his time, planning something
spectacular (because nothing Malfoy does is ever mediocre). I didn’t trust him one bit.
But I had my reasons.
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After-chapter noteage: Well there’s a start at least. A setting-the-stage chapter. Is it unreasonable to withhold the next part
until after I’ve received at least 5 reviews?
Maybe, maybe not, but I want reviews, dammit! So do so, reviewing brings faster chapters!
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