Fanfic: The Ultimate Power: Dying Light by heartofspells (Read for Free, 1,332,114 Clicks)

Description: Darkness gathers like a storm on the horizon. Hold tight to what you love, for it may vanish in the raging winds. Push back until the light descends again.

Characters: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive WarningsRemus Lupin/Original Female Character(s) Hermione Granger/Ron WeasleyRemus Lupin Original Female Character(s) Harry Potter Hermione Granger Ron Weasley Molly Weasley Arthur Weasley Fred Weasley George Weasley Percy Weasley Ginny Weasley Rubeus Hagrid Kingsley Shacklebolt Nymphadora Tonks Alastor “Mad-Eye” Moody Order of the Phoenix Sirius BlackAngst Drama Romance

Summary: Summary:

Darkness gathers like a storm on the horizon. Hold tight to what you love, for it may vanish in the raging winds. Push back until the light descends again.

Notes: Notes:

This is the third and final part of The Ultimate Power trilogy. Please be aware that the rating for this part has been upgraded to explicit. It will earn that rating as we move forward. If that makes you leery, I will always give warnings at the beginnings of chapters whenever I see fit. I hope everyone enjoys this part. We’re in the home stretch.

Chapter 1: Interlude – The Peace of Wild Things

Chapter Text

When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children¡¯s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

-Wendell Berry (The Peace of Wild Things)

Interlude ¨C The Peace of Wild Things

December 23

Ivy bursts through the door and into the white garden, inhaling great breaths of air. Away from the stuffy room and eyes of her family, she feels as though she can breathe again.
The cold settles around her quickly, nipping at her cheeks more than anywhere else. Ivy reaches up and feels the wetness from the tears she only now realizes had fallen as she’d fled the house. She wipes them away quickly before stuffing her hands in the pockets of her cloak and wading out into the snow. Her toes tingle from the cool moisture that slips through the thin fabric of her shoes. She’ll have to change them later before they all depart.
Staring down at the glistening snow, Ivy suddenly feels much older than her sixteen years. She briefly regrets ever letting her grandmother tell her that infernal story. While the story had presented some happy moments, so far, most of it had been depressing and terrifying. How anyone could ever live through such a nightmare, Ivy isn’t sure, and it horrifies her that it had all actually happened.
Ivy had heard mumblings about the war all her life from her family and their friends, but to her, it had never been anything more than idle chatter. The war had ended long before she was born; it had never affected her. Ivy is only now beginning to realize that maybe it actually had.
She’d never considered how different things may have been before the war ended. Ivy had never thought about all the people lost while it was being waged, and how much her life would be changed if they were still here. She’d also never thought about the fact that it could very easily happen again. The Wizarding world was a very tumultuous place, many people and families having drastically different views on certain members within their society.
A shiver races down Ivy’s spine at her dark thoughts and she huffs, kicking a mound of snow harder than necessary. Glittering white dust dances in front of her, slowly drifting back down and settling on top of the white snow, blending perfectly. Ivy smiles as she pictures the woman in her grandmother’s story doing the same.
Ivy glances around at the white blanket in front of her and tries to imagine Lexi and Remus in a garden maybe not so very different from this one, sitting on a bench and looking at the flowers. She thinks, briefly, that she can hear soft voices on the wind, murmured words and bursts of laughter swirling around her, but they’re gone no sooner than they reach her ears.
Sighing heavily, Ivy turns and makes her way back into the house. After removing her shoes and hanging her cloak, she quietly ventures back to the room. Her family’s whispered conversation fades and dies away as Ivy walks through the door. They all look up at her, Gram’s eyebrows raised in silent question.
Ivy looks at each of them for a long time as they wait for her to speak. Eventually, she walks over to her vacated spot and drops back down on the floor next to Cas.
Meeting her grandmother’s eyes, Ivy says determinedly, “I have to know how it ends.”
After a moment, Gram nods. “Very well, then,” she says softly.
Gram looks over at Granddad, who smiles at her almost woefully, his hand reaching out to her. Gram provides him with an unreadable expression, though he seems to understand it because something shifts in his eyes. Gram places her hand in his and he squeezes it tightly, as though giving her the courage to continue.
Ivy watches and waits.

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