Disclaimer: I am a blonde but I am in now way as brilliant as Madame JK Rowling. All the recognizable characters and settings belong to her. I only borrowed (kidnappped) them to tort... I mean play with for a little while. They will be returned in time.
A/N: New Story! One-Shot. AU.
The ground was smoking. A battle was fought and the war was won. But at a great loss. Their hero was gone. He defeated the enemy but at a price. He lost his life in the process. He used so much power, and he ran out out of that power. But he wasn't done fighting. So the power started using his life source. And used it all. And so he collapsed. His friends came running to him. His family.
"Harry! Harry. Please. You can make it! Don't give up! Please Harry! Don't leave me!"
"Harry mate! Don't do this to us. They need you! I need you! Don't leave us. Please."
His two best friends were yelling at him in the beginning but by the end, they were talking in broken whispers.
"I'm fine." He said very quietly. But they heard him. They heard every word he said.
"Harry. You are not fine. You are laying on this bloody ground, and I doubt you can even open your eyes."
He tried. And he tried. But he couldn't. "You're right. I can't open them." At this he gave a weak chuckle but broke into a coughing fit. It wracked his whole body and at the end he couldn't breathe.
"Harry, mate. Come on breathe, Harry."
"I ... can't." At this, his body gave a jerk, and his heart stopped. The whole world stopped. They could tell that their hero was gone. But more than that, they could tell that a family was torn apart.
"Harry Potter was a brave wizard. He gave up his life for the wizarding world, but more importantly, he gave up his life so everyone else could live a better life without the enemy. He got rid of our enemy and now we can all live in peace. But those who were close to him, will suffer, if only for a little while, till they realize that he is in a better place. With his parents. And his godfather, And all of his past friends. So, raise your wands for this brave child, who had to grow up too fast."
All the people at the procession, many of them crying, raised their wands. And they kept them raised for five minutes. The longest wand-raise for anyone ever before. And a light came out of all the wands, and united in the sky. And in the sky, watched the hero, with his parents, his family, his friends, and walked away into the light. He was satisfied that his friends would be fine without them. And the light came back down, and all the people felt it, and they felt content, knowing that he would be all, he was home.