"Was it hard?" I ask.
"Letting go?"

-Lisa Schroeder

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The second I enter the castle, I'm rushing towards the Infirmary.

"Mr. Ollivander!!" I shriek and grab onto the man, waking him up. "Mr. Ollivander! Mr. Ollivander!" I demand.

The man wakes up with a start.

"Ms. Dumbledore?" He asks, and I grin.

"Mrs. Ollivander and your son are home!" I exclaim. The man pales.

"What?" He breathes, making me nod frantically.

"Go!" I clap my hands. He looks at me for a second, before he starts racing to Dippet's office. I follow him, just as excited as he was so he could see his family.

He races up into Dippet's office and then sends me a grin when he sees that I had followed him curiously.

"The Ollivander mansion!" The man states and slams down a bunch of Floo powder before going up in green smoke.

I wait for a second and stare at the floo network in contemplation. I touch the edge of the fireplace, still smiling slightly. My smile dims the second a vision hits.

Mr. Ollivander stands in his house, the green flames dimming around him. There, his wife stood on the floor, whimpering in fear as an older version of Abraxas Malfoy stands over her. His son was lying on the floor, wincing in pain. Deep, blood slashes stood on his chest.

"Unhand my family!!" Mr.Ollivander yells, his wand raising up.

"Not until you give Grindelwald the information he needs." A woman cackles in the corner.

"Never." Ollivander hisses.

"TELL US WHERE IT IS!!! WHERE ARE THE DEATHLY HALLOWS!!"

I gasp, hearing the woman's screams echo in my ears.

"Are you sure that's what's going to happen? It could be in a couple of years?" Abaddon asks hopefully, and I sigh.

"I know! I'm tired of torturing people too."

"Ha!! ME!!? Tired of torturing people? NEVER!!! I'm just done with stupid arse Grindelwald at this point." Abaddon scoffs, making me smile

I grab a handful of floo powder and purse my lips, stepping into the fireplace.

"Why do we always stick our nose into other people's business." Abaddon sighs and I groan.

"Like hell, if I know," I mutter. "The Ollivander Mansion!" I snap and throw down the powder, engulfing myself in green flames.

I step out of the fireplace only to smirk.

Everyone was staring at me... Mr and Mrs.Ollivander were staring at me in horror and surprise, and the Malfoy couple was glaring at me.

"WHO ARE YOU!?" The man snarls, making me grin at him. His similarity to his son makes me instantly hate him by association.

I know I'm an awful human being.

Screw it. I don't really care.

"Your worst fucking nightmare!" I snarl, answering him, and sending him flying backwards with a wave of my hand.

He slams into the balcony doors, rolling into the curtains.

"Why you little-" The wife threatens and waves her wand sending a spell hurling at me.

Instantly Abaddon comes to view, and our evil grin has her screaming in fear. We dodge the spell easily before throwing her telekinetically across the room.

"I DID NOT physically move from my couch to save their asses ONLY TO HAVE YOU TWO IDIOTS come and terrorize them again!!" I scream so loudly, my throat started to hurt, but oooooooohh I was pissed off.

"Grindelwald w-will c-come!" The wife coughs, her dark eyes wild with a threat.

"I'm sorry? I didn't catch that! Want to REPEAT IT!!" I giggle wildly, clenching my hand into a fist and stopping oxygen from entering her lungs.

She turns blue.

"That's SUCH a good colour on YOU!!" I squeal, jumping up and down like a child.

"LET MY WIFE GO!!" Malfoy screeches like a banshee. "MARISSA!! NO!!" He runs up to grab the half-dead woman on the floor. Malfoy turns on me, a lethal look in his eyes and his eyes raised.

"Oops!" I laugh, breaking his wand in half, with a snap of my fingers.

I release my hold on Marissa only to raise my hand in front of me and slam it up into the air. The two of them hit the ceiling hard.

I bring my hand back down, and they hit the floor even harder.

I keep doing that over and over again until I walk over to Ms. Ollivander, who was holding her son up in tears. She stares at me in utter horror. I was still channelling Abaddon, so it's no wonder the woman fainted.

I smile and wave my other hand over the two of them, sending healing spells in their direction. They wake up with gasps. They were barely injured anyways.

I drop the Malfoy's, turning to look at them with a disgusted look.

"Why can't we kill them?" Abaddon asks.

"Because we are above killing," I answer.

"But we've killed before!!" He whines.

"In self DEFENSE!!"

I walk outside the Ollivander's house, dragging them outside with me. I sigh, staring at them in pity. "You made it too easy." I snicker, throwing them to the sidewalk.

Lifting my hands, I engulf the house in a force field of dark magic.

"Guess who can never enter this house again?" I sneer. "You guys and everyone else in the world."

The Ollivanders walk outside. I step into the force field, Abaddon instantly vanishing from view.

"No one can enter your house without your permission," I inform them and point to the force field. "It should protect against spells and attacks as well," I tell them, with a smile.

They were staring at me in stunned silence.

"Um. So I'll just be going now." I grin, moving to walk back inside their house. "I'm going to use your floo network," I say slowly.

That shakes Mrs. Ollivander out of her stupor. She rushes over and engulfs me in a hug.

"Thank you." She was crying.

"Anytime." I smile, patting her back awkwardly. Greta's brother moves forward, sensing my discomfort.

"No one can come here now? No one can threaten us?" He asks, pulling his mother away from me. His grey eyes, so similar to Greta's, were staring at me hopefully.

I nod and step up beside Mr. Ollivander. "No one can enter your home without your consent," I repeat again. "I can, of course, because it's my magic. I command it. But anyone else.... no." I smile, warmly at them.

"How can we repay you?" The mom cries and I grin, looking at Mr. Ollivander.

"Call off the damn wedding, please!" I demand, and he laughs, moving to hug me.

"That was already a done deal the moment you threw the Malfoys across the room like mere dolls." He grins, eyes glistening in happiness, as his arms wrap around me in a hug.

Instantly a vision floods my mind.

It was Ollivander. He was much older here. He looked like the Ollivander, who had given me my wand. He was staring down someone. His wand was in pieces beside him. I look up to see who he was staring at and flinch back in horror.

It was Voldemort.

Voldemort was looking at Ollivander with a predator like expression. He knew he had the man cornered. Voldemort was smug. His snake was slithering around. It almost touches my feet, and I'm lurching back with a yelp of fear.

"Where's the Elder Wand, old man?" Voldemort croons. His voice was deep and raspy like he been smoking too many cigars.

"I didn't give Grindelwald the wand when he threatened me. What makes you think I'd ever give it to you." Ollivander muses, acting calm.

Damn, this man was unbreakable.

I just found my new freaking role model.

"I'M SUPPOSED TO BE YOUR ROLE MODEL VAL!!" Abaddon shrieks in my head.

"Not now, Abaddon!!" I hiss back at him.

"Bravery." Voldemort scoffs and begins to walk around him, circling him like a panther. "How foolish." Snake man continues.

His bald head and the fact that he had no nose was really throwing me off. I was struggling to keep staring at him. It was creepy.

Voldemort finishes circling Ollivander and gives an evil smirk.

"If chivalry won't work, I'll try something else...... Crucio!"

Ollivander hits the floor screaming in agony.

I couldn't do anything but watch Greta's dad be tortured again and again and again. Tears whelm in my eyes, and I look up to stare at the face of an utter monster. He was cackling in glee at hurting an innocent man.

Voldemort's head suddenly whirls around, and he meets my eyes.

I think I had a heart attack.

Red eyes clash with my blue ones, and I stand there, petrified in terror. He could see me. What the hell!? How could he see me!!???

"Valentineeeeee." He croons. I glare at him. This thing would not scare me. I refused to be manipulated by a man with no nose.

Nagini hisses something to Voldemort, and I understand exactly what she said.

"I rememberrrrrrr herrrrrrrr." She hisses, and her undeniable connection to Voldemort enables her to see me as well.

I stumble back, staring at him in horror. "Tom, stop it." I snap at him.

The man falters slightly when I say his name. "You left. YOU MADE ME LIKE THIS!" He screams, and my eyes widen.

"I didn't do anything!"

"EXACTLY!" He roars.

Ollivander was writhing and gasping in pain on the ground. My eyes flicker in-between him and Voldemort.

"Let him go. He doesn't know where it is, Tom." I seethe. He glances up at me, and Ollivander's screams are instantly sated.

"So, you know where it is?" He grins such an evil grin; shivers run up my spine.

"No. Even if I did, I'd never tell you."

His expression clouds into one of anger.

"I know where they are." He hisses in anger. "I can go kill them.... your niece and nephew right this instant." He snarls, making me raise a brow. "I'll go murder you." He hisses continuing.

I'm the one that circles him this time.

"You do that... you mess up the sequence of events. My nephew and niece destroyed your power that night. If you could kill them, you'd have done it already, you weak bastard."

"Time is a fickle thing here, though. You kill me, and perhaps you don't become the Dark Lord, perhaps you die before graduating school." I snap at him. "Lord only knows how many times I probably saved your life, you low life scum."

"Saved MY LIFE!?" He roars and points his wand at me, eyes blazing.

"I'll kill you right now. I'll enjoy seeing the light dim from your eyes, just like you dimmed the light in me."

"I'm not really here, though... Am I?" I smirk at him, and the evil bloodlust in his eyes dims for a second.

"You aren't really here." He repeats slowly. "You're a projection. Looking into the future are we Dumbledore." He snarls, eyes blazing again, and I nod.

"I don't know what happened. Why are you always keen on being a blood-shedding killer?" I ask in a hush, staring at him.

"Valentineeeeeeeeeeee." Nagini hisses suddenly, and we both look down at the snake who was staring at me expectantly.

"She wants you to pet her."

I look up with wide eyes. "Pardon me?" I demand.

Voldemort sighs, looking god awful tired. "Nagini remembers you, Dumbledore. Just pet her." He snarls, and his words have me instantly crouching down to touch the snake.

Nagini slithers up to me, wearing a freaking smile. She wraps around me in a hug, and I pet her head delicately. She makes a literal cooing sound.

"I know her?" I ask silently.

"Yes." He answers, curt.

"I'm dead, aren't I? In this timeline?" I ask, still petting Nagini.

Voldemort walks over to Ollivander, eyeing the man in pity and disgust. "Tom!" I snap, making Voldemort whip around to glare at me. His red eyes looked at mine in anger. He was fucking terrifying.

"You're dead." He snarls.

My eyes widen in realization, and my grandma's words flood my mind.

If you continue this path, all I see is darkness. You'll die Val... you'll die.

"How!?" I look at him.

"You were my one weakness." He answers. "You were killed by your own family." He snarls, making me stand up, still holding Nagini, as I place her gently on the floor.

"Who?" I demand, and Voldemort shakes his head, wearing an evil grin.

"Find out yourself, Evans." And he lets out a laugh moving forward and scratching my face with his claw-like nails. His laugh was one so cruel I flinch back, stunned. My hand goes to my cheek in surprise.

I'm sucked out of the vision like someone was pulling me out.

I was standing in the Ollivander's house, frozen in place. Ollivander releases me from his hug and smiles at me. "Are you alright, Valentine? You've gone god awfully pale." Mrs. Ollivander asks. I stumble back, forcing a smile on my lips.

"Yes. Yes. I-I'm fine." I croak out.

"You're bleeding, Valentine." Greta's brother points out.

"Gideon, what do you mean she's bleeding? She was fine a second-" Mr. Ollivander is stunned into silence when he glances at my face.

My hand slowly goes up to my face, and my heart stops. Removing my hand, I bring it into my field of vision.

My fingers were painted red.

- I saw my parents murderer for the first time