He'd put this off as long as he could. So many days spent staring at the door that led to his world, back to the world of magic, of witches and wizards, back to his home. It didn't feel as though he was returning home though; it felt as though he was walking into a trap. He could open the door and have it lead to his family home, where his mother sat there waiting for death to take her, now that her husband was gone, or he could open the door and find himself amongst a gathering of Death Eaters, who wouldn't be too chuffed to see him standing there.
It was the former scenario he preferred.
If I don't do this I will never do it, he said, hand clutching the shard of ice Námo had given him several days ago.
I have to go back, and he did give me the means to disguise myself.He stood at the doorway, dressed in what he hoped was proper witch's clothes, the other hand hovering over the doorknob. He'd eat the shard once he was through—there was always the possibility that consumption of the small object would Bind him to the bar for the exact time it took for the clock to turn twenty-four hours. Already he felt his face grow hot; he wasn't used to this, and it felt as though a thousand eyes were boring into his back.
Do it now or give it back, and worry about your possessions ending up as estate for the Weasleys. That got his mind in gear, and with a deft twist, he turned the knob, said a silent prayer to whatever deity he hoped not only existed but was specifically listening to him.
If they're there, they'll hex me and drag me out, he noted, listening to his heart race.
Seconds passed. Then minutes. No sign of the Death Eaters or the Dark Lord. Even his Mark was quiet, a dull ache that reminded him of its presence, but no burning sensation telling him the Dark Lord was calling all of Voldemort's followers to Him.
No time like the present, he told himself, and stepped through the door, pulling it shut.
"Twenty-four hours, and then you'll have to return," he told himself as he placed the shard on his tongue, broke it, swallowed it, and awaited the change he would make from male to female.
"Just twenty-four hours..."
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