Hello everybody. I guess as everybody knows, all characters and storyline belong to JK Rowling, duh. Hope you like this short little story. :)

Death was never something I've given much thought to. It seemed to be so far away, nowhere close to reach out to me. I thought, I would have plenty of time left. My life has pretty much just begun, there were still so many things I wanted to learn and experience, so many hours, days, weeks and years I wanted to spend with the ones I love.

But nothing in my life was like I had imagined it.

I am going to die.

I know this now, was aware of it for a long time. I never knew, when the time would come, but I had a feeling it would happen fairly soon. You need to accept the fact that you are going to die, if you make an important decision, like I did just a few years ago. If you do not want to chose the easy and save path, but fight. Fight, to defeat the evil. Fight, to make the world a better place. Fight, to make life livable. For me. For my friends. For my family. For my son.

I was aware of the fact, that I basically signed my own death warrant. However, I never feared death. I much rather leave this world sooner knowing, that I died for the right thing, than living a long, cowardly life, letting others oppress me and close my selfish eyes for my own good.

Nevertheless, I am standing here, my arms outstretched and a panicking look in my eyes. I am not scared of dying, I could drop dead right this instant for all I care. It was a series of events and decisions that brought me in this situation. My agreement to enter an other, magical world when I was just eleven years old. My friendship with rather special people. My determination to turn my back on anything bad and therefore, even lose close friends. My „I do" which sealed my love with my husband. My joining in the order.

Believe me, I do not regret a single thing. And still, there is nothing, nothing in this world I wish for more than not having to stand here, just a merely few inches away from death, and undo all of my past actions. To turn this moment into smoke and dust, go downstairs and let this day end with a nice cup of tea.

The piercing laughter is a cruel sound to my ears, the dark eyes haunting my own. Please, please do not.

Once again, I, naively, move my shaking hands up and down a bit, in hope, they would do as a shield. I feel a tear finding its way down my cheek and have to helplessly witness the evil coming closer and closer. Fear freezes my entire body and my knees are shaking so violently, that they might buckle any second. But I have to stay strong. Stay strong for another few minutes.

I hear a distant voice say something, but I do not listen to them. All I can think about is the person right behind me. My baby.

I must protect my little son, even if it is the last thing I do.

„Not Harry! Not Harry! Please, not Harry!" I cry panic-fuelled.

„Please…have mercy! Have mercy! Not Harry, please not Harry. Take me. Kill me instead! Please, I'll do anything-„

For one last time, I look into death's eyes. In this very moment I know that I had lost. We had lost.

All the same, we win. I win.

He takes our lives, yes. But there is something he cannot destroy.

Suddenly, my fear vanishes like the mist on a cold morning day and it mirrors the sunshine of my life.

Joy. Hope. Fun. Laughter. Excitement. Happiness. Hugs. Belief. Kisses. Pride. Lust. Passion. Affections. Love.

As a green light flashes towards me, there is only one thought that fills my heart and entire soul:

I love you, Harry.