Y/N's POV

"That took you long enough." Voldemort said to me.

I ignored him and used my wand to lift my father's lifeless body up. I summoned some blankets to cover him up.

"I'm going back to Hogwarts." I told Voldemort quickly, not even caring if he had any objections.

Voldemort had nothing to say as he watched me go upstairs and grab all my stuff.

I had my father's lifeless corpse trailing behind me, I didn't know what to do. Was I just going to show up at my home and tell my mother that I had killed my own father? The man who had took me in and raised me like his own even though I was his best friend's son.

Faced with the difficult task of figuring out what to do with the product of Voldemort's twisted task for me, I had to pause in the outdoors. My father's covered corpse was on the floor, by my feet.

"What the hell have I done..." I muttered to myself.

Everyone would think I was some sort of psychopath, that I willingly wanted to kill my own father. I couldn't use the whole 'Dumbledore forced me to be a Double Agent so I had to join Voldemort's ranks and he made me kill my father' excuse because there was a line, and I crossed it.

I should've dropped it there and then and figured out a way for me to bring both myself and my father to safety.

Preparing myself for another Apparation journey, I had an arm around my father and we both Apparated to where I was buried. Thankfully, no one was nearby so I was able to use magic to carry him to where my grave was.

It was the first time I had ever visited my own grave and I read it and I saw the flowers and cards left there.

Bending down, I picked up a card by my gravestone. It looked plain but inside, there was a deeper message.

Y/N,
It's been almost half a year now and the pain hasn't gone away. It hurts so much Y/N, it hurts so much! It's hard having to walk around Hogwarts, knowing that you won't be there with me or that you won't be waiting for me in the Common Room with that goofy smile of yours, ready to hug me and hold me.

We're all lost without you Y/N. I don't know what's going on anymore. The Wizarding World is turning into a dark place and you're not there to make me feel safe. I hate how we never finished things, how we never finished our story. I was supposed to tell you how I loved you, and then we were supposed to stay together until we graduated. Afterwards we were going to get married, Issac, Harry and Ron were going to be your best men and Ginny was going to be my bridesmaid.

Then we were going to start a family, we were going to have a nice, caring family and our kids were going to have the privilege of calling you their father.

But then you were taken from us, from me. And I spend every day mourning over you and thinking of what we could've been.

I love you Y/N, forever and always. I hope I'll see you soon and that you'll be waiting for me right on the other side, arms open, waiting to hug me like you used to do.

Love,
Hermione.

I stared blankly at the letter and closed it. I placed it back to it's original position. I could feel the emotion building up inside of me but I refused to let it show. I loved her so much, I loved every single part of her and I hated how we weren't together right now and after the events of today, I wasn't sure if she would even love the monster I had become.

I knew that legally, I wasn't allowed to use magic nor was I supposed to Apparate without a licence, but Voldemort had insiders within the Ministry who removed the Trace from me last summer, thus meaning that I was able to perform magic without anyone in the Ministry ever being notified.

Using my wand, I removed the dirt from my grave and dug it up until it reached my coffin. Using all my strength to open my coffin, I pushed it open revealing an empty box.

With simple movements from my wand, I was able to raise and lower my father into the coffin that was made for me and then without a second thought, I closed the lid.

I couldn't completely change my gravestone otherwise if anyone ever came to visit it would be incredibly suspicious so instead, I found an alternative.

I got a little stone and a larger stone and carved delicately the words onto the bigger stone.

Steven 'Stripes' L/N
The best friend, father and son anyone could ever ask for.

It wasn't a lot nor was it perfect but I tried my best. Hopefully when I sorted everything out and told everyone else, he would get the gravestone that he deserved. I took the rock and I placed it in the corner by my gravestone, hiding it from sight with some flowers. I had to put it in a place where no one could see, for now.

"I'm sorry dad," I said with a melancholic sigh sitting in front of the gravestone, "I didn't want to do it, but I didn't really have a choice did I?"

I paused. "No, I did have a choice. I was just the coward and followed and did what he wanted me to do. I couldn't think in that moment dad, my mind just went black. I was a coward, I'm not the hero, I'm far from it. If I was a hero, you would still be here."

A tear trickled down my cheek, I raised my arm to wipe the tear away with my dirty sleeve. "Do you remember," I spoke, "the time I hurt myself. I almost fell off my broomstick and I thought that was it, it was the end of me. But you flew and caught me just in time. I cried and hugged you and I was so scared that I was going to die. And do you know what you said? You told me, 'I'm not going to let you die Y/N, I promise you that for all the time that I'm alive I am going to protect you with everything that I have.' I smiled and looked at you and I knew that you were never going to break that promise. And you never did..."

I paused and wiped away the tears that were currently streaming down my face.

"I screwed up dad! I didn't save you, I had the chance but I didn't take it! And now it's all my fault!" my voice cracked as I slammed my first into the solid ground. "What are they going say dad? What am I going to tell them? That I killed my own father? They're going to hate me dad, oh I fucked up big time...I want you here. I want you to tell me what to do dad. I want you to save me from him and from myself."

I stood up and I stared at the grave. It wasn't my grave anymore, it was my father's. And it was my fault that he was there.

It was all my fucking fault.

My next step was to tell my family. They deserved to know, I'm sure my mum would be worried. My first idea was to go to the Burrow and see if anyone was there. I closed my eyes and reopened them, I was at the Burrow.

I walked up towards the door and knocked on it.

"Who is it?" I heard a voice call from within the house.

The door creaked open and I was met with a familiar face. Nick Sawyer.

"It's Y/N." Nick shouted back to who I presumed was Mrs Weasley within the house.

Everyone in that house would've known of my existence so there was no risk in Nick calling me by my real name.

"Mrs Weasley got you on door answering duty?" I laughed, looking at the boy.

He chuckled. "No, she's dealing with someone right now. Two people arrived here today. A guy who looked at bit older than you and a woman with blonde hair."

My stomach sank. Could it possibly be my mother and my brother?

Nick opened the door wide open for me to walk in, I laughed at the boy, "You're meant to make sure it's me."

"Well I know it's you," Nick replied, "how could I forget the face of the guy who massacred my whole family?"

"Touché."

I walked in and saw Mrs Weasley giving my mother a cup of tea.

"He's been reported missing by the Ministry," my mother explained shakily to Mrs Weasley, "he told me he was going somewhere and then we never saw him again."

"Mum?" I whispered almost inaudibly, my heart breaking when my eyes met my mother's sad, broken ones.

"Y-Y/N?" my mother exclaimed before rushing forward and hugging me. "Y-your father...he's missing."

I could sense her crying on my shoulder. I didn't know how I was going to break the news to her.

I almost struggled to speak. "I-I know mum."

She pulled back and looked at me. "Y-you know?"

"H-he...I-I....he's dead mum!" I cried.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Issac's face fall. "D-dad's...dead?"

I nodded. "V-voldemort captured him and t-then...he wanted me to prove my loyalty and...and...h-he told me to kill him."

Both of their eyes flicked over towards me.

"You did this?" my mum asked me, in a low and dangerous whisper.

My face was filled with pain and suffering. "I didn't want to mum..."

"Where is he?" Issac asked, tears falling down his face.

"My grave. In my coffin." I replied quietly.

Silence engulfed the room before my mum suddenly spoke.

"Get out of here."

I looked at my mother who's eyes now had a mixture of sadness and fury inside them.

"W-what?" I croaked out.

"Get out of here." she repeated, pointing to the door.

I backed away to the door, everything was moving so quickly, everything seemed to be in a blur.

The door was already opened and I made my way out, but not before looking back at both my mother and Issac one last time.

I could tell from their eyes that they didn't recognise who I was anymore.

Truth be told, even I didn't recognise who I was anymore.