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A/N:
Summary: Carlisle offers certain dying humans a choice. What about the one that said no? AU.
Ask Again
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He laid there, head pillowed on a fallen log, watching the stars through the trees above. There was one clear spot between the branches. And he let himself bleed.
"I –"
"Becoming worse of a monster won't make me feel pain any less," he reasoned. "Thank you, but no. There are worse ways to die than bleeding in peace."
"Better ones, too," he countered gently.
"Who wants to live forever?"
Harry Potter took his last breath.. Carlisle Cullen sighed sadly.
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Henrietta "Harry" Potter, a soul reborn, smiled, shooing a child back to into his bed. If she were dying as her great-great-grandfather had been, her answer would not be the same. But she wasn't.
"Hello Doctor Cullen," she turned.
Smile, fade into the background, move on.
She'd one day take that chance.
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