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The moment she opened her eyes, she instantly shut them again. This feeling, the feeling of sandpaper against her eyes, she felt it after every awakening, but it was not something that anyone can get used to. Trying to ignore the pain, she opened them slowly this time, her eyelids pulling back to reveal gunmetal grey irises. Her eyes darted around, as she tried to adjust her eyes to the darkness.

Her throat felt dry and parched, and when she tried to speak, it came out raspy. It was as if she hadn't used her voice for a long time. Which was not far off the mark, she thought bitterly.

After a few tries, and a few falls, she managed to push herself up to her feet, using the wall as a support. Her muscles felt like dead weight, as if the mere thought of exercising them were alien to her.

She breathed in the cool breeze. With the sounds of waves lapping against the opening of the cave, the taste of salt heavy in the air, it would not take a genius to tell that she was in a sea-cave.

Resting till she had enough strength to move around properly would be the best idea, but she had to ascertain her location. That, and the fact that the water that was lapping at her feet was a signal that the tide was about to come in, meant that instead of resting she had to get out of the cave first.

It was impossible to apparate into Hogwarts, what with the enchantments in place, so she had to go with the next best option, Hogsmeade. She needed a place that was familiar to her to start off. Because, an endless amount of questions was plaguing her head, and none of which she had an answer to.

She knew that she would be alive again, although she would rather it be otherwise. As much as she hoped that she would finally be dead for good, it seems that she came back once again. But this time it was different, unlike the other times.

This was supposed to be her fifth reincarnation. That was how it worked. She died, but she would be reincarnated over and over again, 60 years after her death. Live life all over again; grow from a toddler to a kid, from a teenager to an adult again. But even if she lived more than 27 years old, she would stop growing. Meaning that as long as she lived past 27 years old, she could live for decades and centuries, but she'd still look 27. And if she was killed at any point of time she was alive, then 60 years from that day, she'd come back as a new born in yet another new unknown family.

Some call it immortality, but she knew it for what it truly was. A curse.

But this time was different. As her hands ran over her arms, trying to keep warm, she felt the strap of the dress she was wearing. It was only then did she register the thin clothing that did little to shield her from the cold wind.

A hazy memory flashed. Her standing on the cliff in her overly long dress, sandals slipping on the cliff. Rain all around her, people circling and she had nowhere to run. Then the pain when the stone connected with her head. The fall. Then the drowning.

She is sure. She had died that time.

Why was she brought back to her previous life instead of being born into another family, she did not know. And there was only one person she could go to for the answers that she wants, but he was dead.

First things first, she had to get out of this place. And get new clothes. While she had died and came back to life, her body was that of a 27 year old. It was as if she hadn't died, and had instead lain there all the time ever since her fall from the cliff. Which meant that it may have been at least 27 years or more since that day. Which also meant that she needed new clothes. Because, while she has grown, the clothes did not, and the dress was now too short, the wet hem plastered against her thighs.

The image of Hogsmeade surface from the messy haze that was her memories, and she focused on that, spinning on the spot.

The crashing of waves did not fade, and the water was now lapping at her knees. She frowned. Had an enchantment been placed over Hogsmeade? The last that she know, it was open to all. It was either that, or that this place was the one enchanted. Either way, it meant that she had to get out of this cave through other means.

Sighing, she waddled to the front of the cave, concentrating on not letting her knees give way.

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Thunder rumbled, yet the rain did not get any heavier as he would have expected. The cold air shifted, and the icy sea breeze blew inland with greater intensity. The winds. It was the winds that have changed. As if screaming something. As if trying to tell him something.

Just like it's warning that day, how hard it blew, how it changed, how it mourned when she died.

Something was not right, something was amiss. Perhaps someone else was here? But it was impossible. He had cast an enchantment over the place. Any muggle that approached this place would suddenly have a reason to go away, for a sudden appointment, for something that they have left at home. And in this place, he had made it impossible to apparate directly out or in here. The only way was to apparate to the open field further inland from the cliff and then walk here.

Red eyes slowly opened, as he scanned the area around him. But there was nothing that has changed, as he'd expected. The cliff was deserted, all except for him. Still, Voldemort wasn't sure how he knew it. It was just an innate feeling, that this time, some thing was different.

However, he was never one to trust in instincts. Him, he went with his knowledge, and that was what kept him alive so far. Yet, still, he could tell that this was unlike any of the other times when he went there. He felt compelled to go search for her, again.

But what was the point, a sardonic voice spoke up at the back of his head, for about 56 years he have been searching, and all for what? She was still gone. Even if he searched, he would return empty handed.

Like always…

What Voldemort had mock the world for having, the useless hope that they have even when all is lost, how could it be that he is similar to them in this way? Behind his eyes, anger blazed as he forced himself to ignore the foolish notion of fruitlessly searching for her again. That he even came here is a weakness, he berated himself. An attachment that is now meaningless. Still he knew that next year, he would come again, and the place would not have changed.

That he would continue to do so for the rest of his life.

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She cursed as her fringe got into her way again. Still, even though her muscles screamed at her to stop, she pushed herself, grabbing at the rocks on the side of the cliff and pulling herself up. The first place she had to be in, and it was a sea cave at the foot of a cliff that was too high.

With her luck, there may just be a group of giants at the top of the cliff waiting for her. But time was of essence. It was always better to know where and in what timeline you are in as soon as possible. She hurriedly made her way up, as she indulged herself in the prospect of a well deserved rest after all the climbing.

And all too soon, she was near the top of the cliff.

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Voldemort's eyes narrowed, as frustration grew within him. Frustration at himself. He, Voldemort, The Dark lord, was hesitating? He was wavering? Most of his thoughts were dismissed. He lived by his own rules, and decided what is right for himself. He had promised on that day, and by Gods, he'd stand by it even if it kills him.

Only because it is her, the voice whispered, before Voldemort shut it out.

As he continued to stand there silently, the instinct roared to him that this time, for real, he would find what he wanted.

That he would find her. Her graceful form, her contagious smile, her occasional clumsy self when she was dancing. He would find it again.

Stepping to the edge, black mist curled around him as he let his magic work before stepping off the edge of the cliff.

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At the edge of the cliff two bodies moved, each toward the opposite direction, as if they were born to deny and defy, defy and deny. That they should struggle, that they should resist. Clash and collide. Challenge and emulate until both stood on equal yet uneven grounds.

And the gods were cruel still.

Their movements were frighteningly synchronized, one climbing, pulling herself up onto the cliff, another rushing down, floating towards the sea. And with that, they made a tacit, silent pact that neither will know about until they meet again.

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Okay, so there was somewhat a major revelation here, but that's how the story goes.
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