Fade to Black

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CHAPTER SUMMARY

Harry comes to terms with his role in the prophecy.

BEGINNING NOTES

Chapter Rating: General Audiences
Content Warning: Self Harm (mentioned only), Major Character Death(s)
Word Count: 2019

Hello! Bonjour! Etc. It is I, someone who is not Lissy. Because Lissy is not here. Never fear, it is I! Addison! Who does not have a broken computer. That is what is currently plaguing Lissy. Be sure to post in the comments that ADDISON IS SUPER AWESOME AND HER DOG GENE IS THE BEST EVER! If you do that, great things will happen. I promise. I hope you all have wonderful days. I have not read this story, but it's probably amazing. Because Lissy is amazing. [insert great Irish history pun] DFTBA, MES AMIS!

And all the characters are owned by JK Rowling, or Rick Riordan.

Credits at the end.


____________________HARRY____________________

The last horcrux... it's a living thing... it has to consent to die... it's Harry... Harry Potter...

Those words rang through Harry's head over and over again, on a loop like nothing else ever had. This was worse than finding out how Sirius knew his parents, worse than being chosen by the Goblet of Fire, worse than facing Voldemort last June.

Harry didn't know if he was afraid to die. He'd never thought of death before; even when facing Voldemort, it always seemed like some far-off idea. He'd acted, never thought. Instinct.

No one ran after him. He would return to them to talk about what he'd overheard, but he needed to be by himself; they knew that. He never wanted to be famous. He never wanted to be a hero.

Sirius had asked him what he wanted? He wanted to get out. He wanted to go where he wasn't defined by his birth. Away from the Dursleys, who tortured him because he was a wizard, dumped on them when they never wanted him. Away from the Wizarding World, which bounced between "the boy who lived" and "the liar who wants attention." Away from Hogwarts, where Riddle always came after him. Away, away, away.

Where was Hermione's Time Turner now? To go back and kill Riddle as he planned the murder of his parents... that's what Harry wanted. He wanted James and Lily Potter to be more than a name and a face that promised a life they'd never given him.

He wanted to take a polyjuice potion of some random muggle in a huge city like London or New York, so anonymous to muggles and unworthy of a second glance to wizards. He wanted to change his name and his face, to make Sirius do the same, and run to the depths of South America, the fantastical land Harry imagined when his godfather's letters were delivered by those bright, exotic birds.

He found himself standing outside the gargoyles of Dumbledore's office. He could guess the password; why not seek out his favorite professor's advice? Where to go, what to do...

"There isn't a choice," the chiding voice of Dumbledore came from inside his head. "No matter where you run, the Greek gods have influence. Hades will find you--will you be safe once he knows the mistakes you made with his son?"

"But Nico's forgiven me," Harry pleaded. "He said in his letter, Percy said so. Wouldn't Hades have better things to worry about?"

"An immortal god? And a vengeful one? This entire situation came from a millennia-old grudge, did it not?"

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