Advada Kedevera
White-hot pain flashed across his forehead as the building crumbled around him. The Dark One was near and was being preceded by Fear. Fear's skeletal hand showed itself while it lowered its hood. He, of course, would not allow it near enough to eat his soul. He called forth the silver stag he had known so well, and soon, the Fear had disappeared. The Fear had been a mere distraction, for Pain had now consumed him after being cast by the Dark One. Harry had no time to think. He just cast Death on instinct, and Death claimed the Dark One. However, with the Dark One's destruction came the Pain again. His head nearly split in two as the gash on his forehead reopened, and blood soon matted his ebony hair, blurred his emerald eyes, and overtook his features. The Pain didn't end as he was locked in a solitary ward at the hospital. The Pain refused to leave him without taking something with it. Finally, his life force left him, leaving the world free of Lord Voldemort and without the Boy Who Died Saving the World.
Discliamer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: My originals got out of order causing me to upload some things in the wrong order. This was written after "Flame" and before "Failure" (Fullmetal Alchemist flash-fics). Everything after this should be in the correct order.