Author's Note: Hi everyone, this is my first fanfiction so I will apologise now for spelling errors and grammatical errors. I also wanted to add in a disclaimer I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters etc, all of that belongs to J.K. Rowling.

I hope you enjoy reading.

Prologue:

It was over.

She couldn't believe it.

All the fighting was over. She was safe. Harry had done it. Voldermort was gone. The wizarding world could rest. They would be left in peace. Finally.

It was over.

He couldn't believe it.

He was safe. She was safe. Both of them.

The blonde felt sick with excitement that he was finally free from that wretched tyrant, but the moment was short lived when he saw the inky-black snake staring right back at him. The tattoo that had haunted him ever since the day his father forced him to bow beneath the monster and be promised a life of torture. This thing that he could probably never be rid of. People would stare at him for it. But they didn't know the truth and probably never would. He didn't miss the fact that it was ever so slightly faded, he would forever pray that it would continue to fade until one day it vanished from his life. The constant reminder of his sins gone.

It was at this moment when they caught each other's eyes and for an instant she swore she could see him begging for forgiveness and a slight shimmer of hope twinkling in the corners, but as soon as it was there, it was gone.