And that's when it struck him. The green eyes met the green spell, and in a flash it was over. As Sirius had said earlier, dying was quicker and easier than falling asleep. It was painless, yet Harry did not know what to expect. Would he come across God, or would he enter a darkness which he'd never experienced before? His emotions were running high, yet there was still a sense of safety and warmth around him.
"Harry?" Called out a familiar voice, one he was able to recognise.
"Mum?" Harry whispered, but somehow he knew that his mother, where ever she was, could hear him. "Mum? Where are you?" He called out, and started running to where he heard the voice. As he ran and ran, he could see a light at the end of what seemed like a tunnel. "It's me, Mum! It's Harry!" Harry called out as the temptation to meet his parents crawled and dwelled within him. With every racing step, he could feel himself going that little bit faster than before.
When Harry came close to the end of this tunnel, he could see clouds. The clouds were pearly white – like a perfect day in summer. "Mum..?" Harry called out again, slowing down. Something seemed to pick up Harry as he ran closer to the clouds. It was as if he were running up a hill, one that would never end. "Dad? Are you here as well?" Harry said, his voice cracked.
"You're almost here, son. You're so brave." A deeper voice called, one whom Harry recognised as his father.
Harry, only being able to see white around him, walked forwards. He had reached the top of this hill and there was a sweet scent that Harry had once known, however he barely remembered it. It was the scent of his mother, and father. After a few minutes of walking, he reached a large golden gate sitting on this cloud. It was fancy, gold, and looked like it had never been touched before. The gate was arched at the top and the light made it have a bit of a glow. At the top, the rounded arch had some spike-ended curbs on either side – probably to prevent intruders from breaking in or getting out. Harry's emerald eyes looked down to the cloud he was on, everything around him had disappeared. He stood there in front of the gate, bellow him was nothing. Just a clear blue sky. Harry looked up – there was clear sky there too. What was this place? The hill had disappeared behind him, there was no escape; Harry could either stay there, or enter. The only problem with entering was that he could see the cloud faded away into nothing.
Harry decided that he would enter, but first he would take another glance of his surroundings. Slowly he turned his back to the gate and looked out to the horizon, something which seemed like a video had started out of nowhere. Voldemort had walked up behind Harry's dead body, grinning. Quickly Harry looked down to his chest, "But, I'm here.." he whispered, his left hand gently patting his stomach to make sure he was whole – which he was. Harry looked back up and saw Voldemort again – apparently Voldemort couldn't see Harry.
"Harry Potter! Is DEAD!" Voldemort announced cheerfully.
Hagrid, who was in the back, called out "No! Harry!"
"Hagrid! I'm not dead!" Harry yelled out, but it was clear that neither Hagrid, nor Voldemort, nor Voldemort's followers, had heard. People walked up to Voldemort and congratulated him before they all headed back towards the castle, forcing Hagrid to take Harry's body.
Harry stepped forward, in an attempt to follow, but had to quickly stop as he nearly fell down from the cloud. His body was unbalanced, but if it weren't for a warm hand holding him back, Harry would have fallen. When Harry regained his balance, he looked down to the hand which was holding his and then turned around. His eyes followed the arm and met the young boy. For a moment Harry stared at him. Rounded glasses, uncontrollable, messy, black hair, and a pair of matching emerald eyes. It was like Harry was staring at himself – only his eleven year old self. The eleven-year old Harry smiled back at the seventeen year old Harry and took a few steps backwards and then beckoned for him to follow. The older Harry took a step closer and looked at the younger version of himself through the golden gates. As he did this, the younger Harry turned around and ran off. Younger Harry had disappeared and curiosity had entered older Harry.
The older Harry took hold of the gates and flung them open, "You're nearly home, Harry.." his mother's voice said. Harry ran inside, and as he ran, more clouds appeared bellow him. "Mum? Dad? .. Harry? Where are you?" He called out.
