Chapter Sixteen; The untold

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'Using everything she had left within her, pushing through the heartache of seeing her soul mate dead before her eyes, she looked to Morte — the wizard who had ruined her world in front of her eyes. Around them their scene shifted and the once green grass began to die as thunder clapped in the distance. She suppressed an urge to scream and swallowed to push it down with the thick hatred bubbling in her eyes.

'Olivianna had never witnessed death in front of her and for the first for her to witness be the love of her life, she crumbled. The dark side that she had worked so hard to suppress were set free and the extreme power of it overcame her. She held to her wand tightly and lifted it 'bás chun luaith!' She screamed and watched as the mixed hues of black and green emitted from the tip of her wand where it hit Morte square in the chest.

'The wizard, through his untimely shock, dropped his wand to the dying grass he stood upon. The spell Olivianna had fired embodied him and he crumbled away into nothingness right in front of her very eyes. The remaining specs of Oykron Morte dispersed into the air around her and only when he was gone did she fall to her knees. She barely had the strength to pull herself over to the lifeless body of the man she loved, but her aching soul moved for her.

'Wet droplets coated Olivianna's cheeks as she mourned her loss in despair, reaching out she clutched valiantly to his hand and cowered over his body where she rocked slightly back and forth. All the while she thought about all they had been through together and prayed to Merlin for there to be another way. She would do anything to have the man she loved alive again and she would sacrifice anything for him.

'Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a small stone and clutched it tightly in between her and his hand. Underneath her lids she thought about him and only him. Her eyes remained closed as she felt herself slipping away into an abyss of nothingness. They remained closed when a blinding light engulfed them and washed them both up effortlessly. And they remained closed as she took her last breath while underneath her the man she loved took his first once more and opened his.'

Olivia pushed the thick lump in her throat down and she swallowed deeply. Her eyes were ever-so-slightly wet and she closed the fragile book in her hands, the pages glowing a soft gold colour.

Ron looked to her speechless as they both sat amidst the silence. They embraced it as they reflected on the words Olivia had just read aloud between the both of them. Ron's eyes searched for hers but she held her gaze to the book in her lap while she chewed on the bottom of her lip. Eventually he found something to say, "I don't understand, that's not how the story ended."

"I know it's not." She replied unsteadily, "that's why I'm so rattled. When I was told it as a child it always ended happily ever after."

Ron reached forwards with his good hand and placed it on her knee, "Not everything ends in happily ever afters, Liv."

She nodded, still holding her gaze to the book, "I don't understand why he'd want me to know this, Dumbledore."

"Neither." Ron admitted, "Have you read it to anyone else?"

Olivia finally looked up and fixed her gaze to where Harry and Hermione sat outside the tent away from them, "You mean them?" She nodded in their direction.

Ron too turned around to look as he faced away from them and looked back to Olivia with a frown on his face, "Yes, I mean them."

Olivia's hand clasped around the biggest chain around her neck and took a hold of Salazar's locket in the palm of her hand, he felt its beating pulse within and looked to the large lake they'd stopped at for the time being, "Would you?"

"I'd probably tell Hermione, she'd know something about those spells I reckon."

Olivia nodded, "Yeah except everything I tell Hermione, she'll tell Harry."

Ron shuddered and scowled in their direction, "Don't remind me."

"He's doing my head in." Olivia sighed, looking away from the two.

"Why?"

She shook her head while shrugging her shoulders, "I couldn't tell you. He's never annoyed me this much before, wearing this stupid thing makes it worse." She dropped the locket.

"Stop wearing it then, I'll take your turn. It'll probably make things much worse for you than what it needs to be." Ron offered.

"No it's fine. I've dealt with a dark mind for a year now, I'm sure I can cope some more."

Ron looked to her wearily, "Are you alright?" He asked of her, "Be honest."

While her mouth had parted when he had asked the question she closed it again and stared at her covered left arm. The last she had checked of it the once white line and inflamed and had turned red. She wasn't sure what it meant but she remembered after she picked up that cursed necklace almost a year ago, her scar had turned purple and around it her veins black. She looked like she had been electrocuted.

So she shrugged her shoulders, "I'm not sure. I don't really know at the moment."

Ron patted her knee, "Speak to Hermione yeah? She'll know what's going on."

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Wordlessly, Hermione closed the delicate book and blew her cheeks out. Inside the book, the pages illuminated in a soft gold glow and it locked itself to anyone once more. Both she and Olivia sat in the company of each other's silence, overwhelmed and dumbfounded with the information.

Olivia snuggled into the warmth of Ron's jacket and her unruly waves as her breath created little clouds around her, she clutched to a flask in one hand, "Did you read the spells?" She asked, staring at the trees with dead eyes.

Between her and Ron they looked to be close to death, both undoubtedly exhausted. Olivia's skin was almost white pale and under her eyes sat dark, black bags from lack of sleep. Her lips were dry and cracked, like the rest of her skin and her hair was dead. She resembled what of a ghost, barely living.

Noise left Hermione's mouth but she failed to form an actual sentence. She was spluttering, baffled after reading a tale she had thought to be different. She lasted spluttering for another minute or so before she forced her mouth to form a coherent sentence, "Erm, yes—yes, I did."

Olivia nodded, "Mental isn't it?"

"Completely mental." Hermione agreed, "It isn't even the same in the book Dumbledore gave to me."

For the first time Olivia looked to Hermione, "What was that called again?"

"The Tales of Beedle the Bard." Hermione replied almost instantly. Olivia nodded a couple of times, not having much else to say. Hermione broke the short lived silence, "I don't understand why they would tell it differently in the stories."

Olivia shrugged, "It's quite a morbid story. A dark wizard taking over the world murdered the man she loved before her eyes and then she callously murdered him after turning to the Dark Arts herself. Then she unknowingly brought the love of her life back in a sacrifice." She relayed bluntly.

Hermione blinked a few times, "Well when you say it like that."

"Think about what's wrong with it Hermione. For starters the bracelet, she channeled the strength of her abilities through there and that's where her power fell when she died. Then we've the entire duel, the complexity of spells in Gaelic — if someone found those and started using them as they pleased who knows what the outcome would be. Then of course the most confusing of all is the fact she brought someone back from the dead, when everyone knows and I quote; 'no spell can reawaken the dead.'"

"Who told you that?"

"Dumbledore."

Hermione exhaled deeply, "So there are valid argument as to why the tale was paired with a happy ending, but even in the history books—"

Olivia nodded in agreement, "—I know, even in the history books she's recorded to have lived happily with the love of her life. Don't you understand Hermione?"

Hermione gave her a puzzling glance, "Understand what?"

"Why it was done."

Hermione shook her head irritability, "No, no I don't."

"Hermione you'll hit yourself I promise." Olivia assured her, "It was done incase fate repeated itself."

Hermione's face slowly relaxed and she nodded along with Olivia's words, "Because she knew it would."

Olivia too nodded, "She knew one day that something like that would happen again and therefore placed her trust into someone to ensure the story ended differently although that when the time came, her ancestor in years to come would find out what truly happened."

"What's the other reason?"

"Protection most likely." Olivia shrugged, "to stop people from wanting to bracelet to reawaken the dead I reckon."

"I do suppose that if anyone found out that the impossible was possible it would create chaos." Hermione posed.

Olivia nodded in agreement, "There would be thousands fighting for it."

A silence passed between them again until Hermione spoke up again, "We should probably test out them spells later on, after I've wrapped my head around this."

Olivia smiled lightly back at her, "Good idea."

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Olivia traced the edge of the photograph again using the pad of her thumb. One of their only photographs taken together, aside from the odd few that had been snapped of them on the sly at the Christmas Party almost two years ago. This particular photograph, the one she was looking at, was taken coming up ten years ago in what looked like Diagon Alley.

She found it amazing how two seven year olds running into each other in The Ministry of Magic, of all places, with their mothers would set the spark for such a beautiful relationship in years to come. Both she and Draco at the grand age of seven had managed to bring together two women — who would normally not give each other the time of day — together by literally colliding with each other.

She ran as fast as her small legs could take her down the corridor leading to her father's office. Mary Warwick kept up at her best pace, a fast walk but slow run, as she chased after her daughter. Olivia's bright ginger hair bounced behind her as she ran and nearing the end of that corridor she turned her head to locate her mother, "Come on mum! You run slower than Ron after he's eaten!" A seven year old Olivia called down the corridor.

While she had her head turned back as she kept running she managed to miss another seven year old approaching her after turning a corner. It was slow motion from there. As Olivia turned to check no one was in front of her she had barley glanced at the figure in front before she was toppling backwards and landing on her arse with a thud.

"Oh Olivia!" She heard her mum groan as she had no choice but to run the rest of the way to her daughter.

Olivia frowned and rubbed the side of her bum where she had landed. For a sort while she had almost forgotten that she had ran into somebody until a small hand, slightly bigger than hers, was in her face. Despite the initial shock, Olivia took the hand and was helped back up on to her feet where she dusted herself off.

She looked to the person she had ran into to apologise and extended her hand this time. She faced a boy fractionally taller than her although obviously the same age. His hair colour was extremely rare and was the cause of the huge toothless grin that formed on Olivia's face, and his eyes were of a storm colour.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to run into you." She apologised as the boy eventually took her hand and shook it, "your hair is a wicked colour by the way."

From behind her she heard the gasp of her mother but could only focus on a small, cheeky smirk that caused the boy's top lip to curl, "Thank you, I can't say I've ever met someone with hair as bright as yours before."

When she felt a hand on her shoulder, she looked up to see her mother looking extremely flustered, "Darling," she puffed, "Where are you manners?"

Olivia blinked innocently for a solid few seconds before the words fully registered in her head, "Right! My manners, terribly sorry," She wizzed quickly, spinning back to face the boy, "My names Warwick, Olivia Warwick."

The boy nodded, "Draco Malfoy."

"Cool name," Olivia complimented with that same grin, "It's nice to meet you."

Satisfied with their children's strict taught manners the two mothers finally acknowledged each other and Mary apologised again on her daughter's behalf, "Merlin, I'm so very sorry about my daughter Narcissa. On a good day she trips over her own two feet."

Narcissa payed her a tight, closed mouthed smile that broadened when she met the innocence of Olivia's bright blue orbs. It had taken her by surprise, the sheer colour of them, and she found it beautiful. Then did she eventually laugh and pass off the apology with a small wave of her hand, "Nonsense Mary, it's quite alright. I know what it's like to have one of them." She said, gesturing slyly to her son flanking her side, "Just last week he fell out of his bed, we ended up in St. Mungos for three hours with a suspected broken wrist."

Draco's young face blushed a scarlet colour, "Mum!" He wined, embarrasses at the mention of his clumsiness.

"Oh shush now Draco, I'm only telling what's true." Narcissa replied, looking down to her son with a bemused expression on her face. She looked back up to smart and started up into a conversation about just how clumsy they could be when Olivia nudged Draco.

"S'alright," She told him with a cheeky smile, "I know how embarrassing it can be."

A stray tear slid down her cheek as she looked back on the first day they met. The first day that marked the start of their overly complicated relationship.

She missed it, and she missed him. Inside, her heartstrings were being twisted painfully in every direction and she dried the small tear track on her face before folding up the photograph and slotting it back into her book for safe keeping.

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Didn't think it'd been five days since the last update but I suppose time flys when your writing.

I'm not sure how I feel about this chapter. I enjoyed writing it, especially about the time Draco and Olivia met for the first time. I'm not sure, if you have any thoughts about it let me know in the comments section!