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Three Endings and a Beginning

The Fëanturi, the Masters of Spirit, gazed with uncharacteristic focus on another dimension. The three Valar, Lórien, the Valar of Dreams, Mandos, the Valar of Death, and Nienna, the Valar of Mercy, watched. They watched as the wizards of another earth waged epic battle after epic battle, watched as many a soul took their leave from the halls of the living and set forth to the halls of the dead. Yet they were not watching in mourning for the fallen, nor lending a helping hand to those who prayed for one. The Fëanturi were waiting. And finally, after an age of silent observation, their time had come.

קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קוקו קו קו קו

For the first time in years, Sirius Black felt useful. He was defending his godson against death eaters, and having a lovely chat while catching up with his cousin Bella. The fact she was actively trying to kill him only made their time together more precious. She sent a stunner at him and he ducked, laughing a little at her pathetic attempt. Bellatrix Lestrenge, the one who helped torture Alice and Frank Longbottom to insanity, sending a wee itty bitty stunner?

"Come on Bella dear! You can do better than that!" Sirius yelled, his voice echoing throughout the chamber in the Department of Mysteries. He missed the dance of dueling, the thrill of mortal danger. And like any good dance, one must have a good partner or else it is a wasted opportunity. Luckily, or unluckily for Sirius, Bella was one of the best. The next red beam hit him square in the chest. He felt it hit, and he first he was confused. Had he, Sirius Black, just been taken down by a simple stunning spell? The next thought was horror as he realized that right behind him was the Veil, and he was falling backwards into it. The final thought on Sirius' mind before he fell through was of his beloved godson. If he was gone, who would love Harry now?

קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קוקו קו קו קו

In another word, the three Valar looked at one another and smiled. Mandos stood from his throne and nodded goodbye to his siblings. He then set out to collect the first of three souls to deliver to Arda.

קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קוקו קו קו קו

Severus Snape was not afraid of death. If anything he was too eager for to finally end it all. He had tried so hard for so long but nothing he did could make up what he stole from Lily. By delivering the prophecy to the Dark Lord he had killed her. Her blood stained his hands as surely as it did his old master's. He had kept Lily's son alive, only to find out it was like raising a pig for slaughter. And here Harry Potter was, the son of his dearest love and most bitter rival, about to walk to his death and there was nothing Severus could do to aid him. He could feel Nagini's poison rushing through his veins and by Merlin it hurt. As his strength left him he asked Harry to look and him. As he died, Severus looked into the eyes of his beloved one last time.

קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו

In the hall of the Fëanturi, yet another Valar was called to action. Lórien stood and walked to his sister, hugging her tight. For the first time in over an age, he would be alone. She flashed him a smile as he walked out into the other, to collect the second soul destined for greatness in Arda.

קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קוקו קו קו קו

For the third time in his life, Harry Potter stared down the end of an Avada Kadavra curse. Yet this time he had no intention of walking away. He had ignored Voldemort's taunting for over five minutes, but dragging out his death was making him anxious.

"Tom, I thought a half-blood like you was more capable of killing than a common muggle. I guess I was wrong. Couldn't even kill a …."

The killing curse was hurtling towards him before he finished his sentence, and Harry smiled as it hit, knowing that now his friends would be safe. And as for him, he was off to see his parents.

קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קו קוקו קו קו קו

The last of the Fëanturi stood and made her way to ferry the last soul to a safe harbor in her home world. All three of them had suffered too much for too long, and she and her brothers had devised the perfect plan to gift them a happier life. With one final glance at the hall that she had lived in for far too long, Nienna set out to bring both herself and one Harry Potter home.