What if?
What if Harry died in the forest, and didn't kill Voldemort?
What if?
Harry walked into the forest, foreboding in the put of his stomach. He knew what he must do, but he didn't know if he could do it. To just let Voldemort kill him seemed the most illogical thing that he could do, but he was a horcrux. Yes he, Harry was a horcrux, and he needed to die.
Soon, way too soon, he reached Voldemort. If only the walk took more time, if only.
"So, the Potter boy hasn't shown up. I guess that I was wrong," hissed Voldemort, "oh well, he will die anyways." Harry could still escape, Voldemort hadn't seen him yet. But Harry knew that he couldn't, who knew how many Voldemort would kill otherwise. Harry threw off the invisibility cloak.
"I'm right here, Voldemort," Harry cried out. He had tried not to show his fear, but even as he said it his voice shook with fear. Instantly the two closest Death Eaters grabbed his arms.
"Well well, the Potter boy has come, how honorable," crowed Voldemort, spitting out the last word. "Honor won't help you here Potter, only power. Only power and those too weak to seek it." Voldemort raised his wand and shouted "Crucio." Instantly Harry was writhing in pain, amazing pain that can only be summoned through magic. Finally, it seemed like forever, it stopped. "Just a little taster, Harry, of what will come." The Death Eaters laughed loudly. "Crucio," shouted Voldemort. Once again, Harry felt the pain flow through his body, it felt like his insides were on fire. It went on for what seemed like eternity, but finally it stopped. "Well," said Voldemort, "it seems like Potter has earned a break. Avada Kedavra!"
