Soulmate
[sōl-māt] | Noun | •English•
The missing piece. A connection of minds and an unconditional, effortless, never ending love. A person with whom you feel the most complete. One's who presence brings you a sense of calm, peace and happiness.
Either fate or destiny; it was meant to be
It was something even the Gods were scared of, so much so, Zeus split humans apart. No more were humans with four arms and four legs with two heads, just aimlessly wandering the earth looking for their other half.
Over time, it was something that was forgotten, lost, unachievable. Just like the gods in that regard. A myth. A sweet bedtime story. Or a horrid living nightmare
Phoenix Ara Potter-Black never had a choice in life, all of them were made by someone else's moves.
Even in Death, her choice to truly die was taken by the moves of a manipulative dead Headmaster, who chose to play God.
A Cloak, gifted to her; her last familiar connection. Not knowing he took it from her father, when James Potter needed it most.
A Stone, that kills anyone who touched it. Hidden in a broken promise of nostalgia, tainted her final goodbye to a family she never knew
A Wand, gushing red. Loyal to killers. Monsters. And above all, loyal to Death
The Two Kings guarded by their pawns. Even moulded the special few, kept an annoyingly close eye. And discard them into the hands of Death when they weren't needed anymore
Checkmate was only two moves away
And after every move, every counter move, Phoenix met Death, her game had ended.
Death's didn't
They moved her back onto the board; the broken, bloodied, ash covered board
Gone was the small, insignificant, malleable pawn. Moving closer and closer toward the Black King. And for their final face to face it was King against Queen
"Avada Kedavra"
Once the dust settled, and the White Queen sat in her castle surrounded by her family of Knights and Bishops, she tried everything to be Pheonix Ara again.
The pawns locked out of her life were scared, petrified she would become the next Black King
Luna was the first to fall.
A formidable Knight slaughtered, her little moon displayed for all to see. War was upon them.
Next was Ronald and Hermione, the most intellectual and strategic minds she had ever known; hunted down like dogs
This was when Mia had just found out she was with child, and after her torture, they didn't think it was possible for her to be. Ron didn't even know
Fleur and Bill were following their deaths for being dark creatures.
The only saving grace was little Victoire managed to get to safety with Phoenix and Teddy.
Slaughter after slaughter
Piece after piece
No one cared that it was fear doing it to them
The 3 of them were left, and they ran and decided to fall their own way to peace.
The Veil
But just as they reached Death's Castle.
The familiar chill of death was replaced by a different kind of coldness.
That one move, changed everything. New players. New rules. A new God Dam Board
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Fates Game
FanfictionHer whole existence seemed to be played out like a chess match, because well it was. The easy PAWN being moved, again and again, move after move. Even after most of the other pieces have been taken, one lonely pawn manages to still be in motion. But...
