[ WP ] You can give away a year of your life to someone else as a day of life . You can take the life of someone else and make it a year of your 's . You found true love and she only has a day left . You will do everything to save her but you hate killing .

She was very, very sick. Sick enough that she managed to turn her eyes away from what was happening. 
 
 *What he was doing*. 
 
 She was very, very sick, but he promised he'd make her all better. 
 
 He promised he'd save her, day after day. 
 
 It meant killing more than a handful of people, yes. And it is true, she remembered, that she said `` No!'' 
 
 And she also said `` No way, I'm not letting you do this.'' 
 
 At first. 
 
 But death has a way of tricking and shadowing the mind. It has a way of making men and women do things they thought 
 they would never. 
 
 Death has a way of bringing the worst in people; men and women, muggle and wizard alike. 
 
 And, in the end, she agreed. 
 
 She agreed, and he started killing. 
 
 And he brought the bodies back to her, one by one, and day after day, they'd perform the spell. 
 
 Transferring faded lives into him. Give him one more year to live. 
 
 And then, then he would give her another day. 
 
 Then they would dump the body in the attic, with the others. 
 
 *A life for a day*, she would think, tears in her eyes, watching as he brought home body after body. 
 
 She knew it was killing him, too. She knew. More than once she caught him crying, in the dead of the night, hating himself in secret for what he 
 was doing. 
 
 She knew it was killing him to become a killer. 
 
 Death has a way of bringing out the worst in people. 
 
 Yet she dared not say anything. Not at first. She was too scared. Scared he might give up. Scared he might stop it all, 
 and that she would die. 
 
 Scared of the void and the blackness and the unknown. 
 
 `` Together, you and me, we are gon na live forever'', he would say, holding on to her hand for dear life, as he sat by her side on the bed. `` We 
 are gon na live forever.'' 
 
 And, for a while, she believed him. She conceived an endless empire of eternal life, filled with dead innocent eyes and rising from under a pile of motionless, rotten bodies. She conceived a dream of infinity, just the two of them, surrounded forever by death and sin and love. 
 
 And she wallowed in it, for a while. For a while, she even cherished it. 
 
 But, in time, she saw into the madness, and came across sanity again. 
 
 In time, getting up from the bed and dragging herself into the attic, she stared at the bodies, piles and piles of memories 
 and human lives: friends, fathers, mothers, accountants. Lawyers. Aurors. Real people, giving their lives away so 
 she could live one more day. 
 
 Always, just one more day. 
 
 Death. It has a way of bringing out the worst in people. 
 
 It had to end, she decided. 
 
 He would n't accept it, not at first. She sat him down and explained to him, between his tears, that it was time; she had 
 accepted her death. It had to stop, all that massacre. 
 
 `` No, no, no'', he uttered, between sniffs and snorts of despair. `` I wo n't let you go.'' 
 
 `` You have to'', she replied. `` You have to, my love.'' 
 
 `` What of me? What am I to do once you're gone?'' He asked, falling from the chair to his knees. `` I wo n't let you do this, I 
 wo n't!'' 
 
 `` I will not perform my part of the spell anymore. You can not stop me.'' She lowered herself to the floor by him, 
 holding his pale face between her hands. `` It's over. I have to do this.'' 
 
 `` No. No!'' His face contorted in an ugly grimace. His bitterness half anger, half sadness. `` We will conquer this! We will 
 conquer death!'' 
 
 `` There is no more to conquer'', she whispered, and, already, she could feel life fading away inside of her. 
 
 Almost midnight. It was about the time of the spell. 
 
 Without it, she would die. 
 
 She dropped down to the floor, too weak now to even sit up. 
 
 `` Let me do it. Once again. Just one more day'' He begged, leaning over her lay down body. 
 
 `` No, it ends now.'' 
 
 Her voice was fading. She looked over at the wall, where the clock was seconds away from 
 striking midnight. 
 
 `` It ends now.'' 
 
 `` I can not let you go. I can not. I hate this. I hate this. I love you.'' 
 
 Raising her arm, she brushed her hand softly across his face, wiping the tears from his cheekbones. `` I love you too. My beautiful Tom. My beautiful, beloved Tom Riddle.'' 
 
 *Death. It has a way of bringing out the worst in people*, she thought, watching as the anger part of bitterness took 
 over his pale face, just as she felt life finally giving away inside her chest. 
 
 And then, the soft bell of the wall clock announced midnight, and her eyes closed forever. 
 
 

