What it's Like to Die

Ok, hey, this is my first Harry Potter fan fic! Yay! I love HP! If I happen to be copying anybody's stories for Harry Potter, I had no idea because so far, I have only been reading Ouran High School Host Club stories! I haven't been on this website very long. This story could be a crossover, but I decided not to make it that way because it is mostly Harry Potterish with a few touch ups on the movie Aquamarine (great summer movie!) and the series Emily Windsnap. You readers won't need to know anything about those two, just Harry Potter! I hope you like!

Crash! Crash! I could hear the waves crashing against the shore. They were louder than usual tonight. There was going to be a big storm. I hope the waves don't crash against the shore too much. Our house was right on the beach. It was a small little house, but it was perfect for my daughter and I. I looked over at her in her crib. She was sleeping so peacefully. Elizabeth was so beautiful, just like her mother. If only her mother could see her. She would be so proud. It had been two months already. Two months since she had last seen our daughter, the most beautiful person in the world. Two months since Elizabeth had been born.

It was night time and I was so tired, but fathers have to always protect their family, and that was exactly what I was doing. I looked out the window. The sky was midnight black and gold stars shone above our home. The waves were building fast.

I loved to swim, but ever since I moved here, it's been dangerous. This beach used to be safe, you know. I'm pretty sure why it's so harmful now. Someone's upset with me. An important person. A king, actually. This beach used to be so quiet and peaceful and I loved coming here. This is where I used to come and meet my wife before we got married. That's why we built our house here. It was quiet, no other people were around to suspect anything, it brought back memories, and we could be together.

But someone had still caught and separated us. He usually came to check on Elizabeth and me. I hated him. If only I knew his name… I'd take him down if I could, but I could just sense his power – lots of it.

Looking out the window, I hadn't expected to see any figures with human resemblance, but as I looked out, I could see a dark figure strolling towards our house. The figure was wearing a cloak; that much I could tell. It was too dark to see clearly. I wasn't even sure if it was a man or a woman, but I guessed it was a man. "Oh no," I thought. "Why does he have to come here tonight? And why is he wearing a cloak?" My first instinct was that he was the person who checked on Lizzie and me regularly, but looking closer, I realized this man probably wasn't him. The figure wasn't the same as his. This man was skinnier and less muscular than him. But why was he walking towards my house? Maybe he was an old friend? But how would he know that Liz and I lived here? I had to protect my poor Lizzie either way. I slowly pulled my wand from my back pocket. Ah. I hadn't used this friend in a long time.

Closer and closer he came. Now he was close enough to see some more details (from the light of the stars), and I didn't recognize him as a friend. He had tiny little eyes, but I couldn't see what color they were because he was looking down. His nose was strangely snake like and he was not smiling. I started to get real nervous now. I was pretty sure I knew who this guy was.

I wanted to shut all the lights off and hide, but that would be pointless because he could simply turn the lights back on or use his wand to create light. Then he'd find Lizzie first if I was hiding and kill her first. I was so nervous and I knew I probably would die, but I stood my ground. I would protect my daughter. That way, I'd die first. At least, if there was an afterlife, I'd already be there for her.

The door clicked. He had unlocked the door. Why was he here, anyway? What did we: me, my wife, my daughter, ever do to deserve this? I started hyperventilating. "Oh stop!" I commanded myself. "Stand your ground! You're a Gryffindor! You're brave, remember?"

The dark, evil man slowly stepped into our two roomed home. I was right there, waiting for him: Voldemort. Yup. I wasn't even scared to use his name. I was pumped up with adrenaline and ready to fight. I was brave, I was strong. I had filled up with more self confidence than I had ever had. Voldemort didn't say a word and tried to sidestep me to get to my daughter. "Don't. You. Dare." I snarled, moving closer to Elizabeth.

He just laughed. "You think you can stand up to me?" He was still laughing, but of course, not in a nice way.

I nodded and swallowed. "Yes."

That just made him laugh harder. "You're just a scared little boy. Still a school boy."

"I'm. Not. Scared." I was trying so hard to control my anger.

"You can leave, you know. Not even get hurt. Just give me the GIRL!" He bargained.

"Not while I'm still here. Crucio!"

He blocked my curse. "That won't do anything, silly school boy!"

"I'm braver than you are."

"You may be brave, but you're no match for me. Now step aside!"

"NEVER!"

He somehow pushed me down and pointed his wand at Lizzie. I jumped up, adrenaline pumping like crazy. "ELIZABETH!" I shouted the loudest I ever had and started running the short distance to her to block her again. "My only daughter, please, no!" Voldemort stood between me and her now. "NO! PLEASE! MY ONLY DAUGHTER! WHY DO YOU WANT HER ANYWAYS! WHAT DID SHE EVER DO TO YOU? SHE'S ONLY TWO MONTHS OLD!"

"SILENCE! Someone will hear you. There are others in the area. You don't want to bring them harm, now, do you?" he asked softly. "You know, I don't have to kill you, but you're just in my way. Avada Kedavra!"

Tons of thoughts filled my head. "Oh, not that curse! Please, no! Elizabeth! Please, my only daughter!" And just one image flashed in my mind. My wife and I were sitting on a rock surrounded by water, with newborn Elizabeth in her arms. That was the last time I would ever see my family together. It's amazing how much can come into your mind right before you die in less than half a second. I was falling, but I don't remember hitting the ground. The last thing I ever saw was a flash of green light. The last thing I ever heard was a baby starting to cry.