Iranya
Harry sighed to himself as he stood, staring at the starlight. There were less and less stars everyday now, slowly their fires were dying, one by one, blinking out.
He knew that it wouldn't be long before it was just him, alone, on this rock that was once his home.
For almost a thousand years he had endured, watched the last of his line buried into the unforgiving earth. In his youth everything had been so scary, so strange, so new, the world was full of laughter and tears and smiles and cries and he revelled in it, in the life, travelling to every corner of the Earth, learning every art, skill and trade until he could find no more.
His magic followed him like a cloak, perfectly controlled with the practice of lifetimes, although he allowed it to run free, subtly changing the space around him, filtering the air, growing grass beneath his bare feet. It made his hair sway in an imaginary breeze, which was always amusing to explain when he forgot about it in company. At least, it had been. When there had been people, other than him.
Harry sighed again, returning to his original thoughts, rather than dwell on the past.
The stars, they were beautiful. Now that there was only starlight left, Harry wondered how he had ever missed such elegance in the way that they shone and danced in the sky. He could stay here for yet another eternity under their light.
Eventually his gaze found another dying star, flaring red briefly before, like all the others, ceasing to exist. Slowly, his gaze returned to the Earth beneath him, and after burning the last of it into his memories forever, Harry winked out of this universe like the stars before him.
"Goodbye" echoed across the land, but there was nothing there to hear it.