SWISH
Disclaimer: I´m not J. K. Rowling and therefore do own neither the characters of Harry Potter, nor the story.
So that was how it should come to an end. All those years he fought to stay alive, fought to bring him down, to finally live a happy and carefree life. Maybe marry and father a few children. Just to learn that his life and future were forfeit from the very beginning. That the question of living or dying never was much of a question. He should have felt contempt or even sadness, but somehow he just wasn´t surprised He always knew that he would be the one who had the power to bring an end to this war. He just didn´t know, that he literally had to sacrifice himself for it.
And with a SWISH his dreams faded away.
Suddenly a deep longing settled in his heart. All the people that died. The family he lost, the family he never even knew.
Never before had he felt such loneliness as in that moment. It seemed that in the end, he would be, just like he was in the beginning, all on his own.
And with a SWISH he was once again the malnourished, too small for his age, eleven year old, living in the cupboard under the stairs, starved for any form of affection.
If he died, he wouldn´t be lonely ever again. If he died, he wouldn´t be starved ever again. If he died, he might (finally) be happy at last. Reunited once again, with parents who´ve never had the chance to see him grow up and with a godfather who was taken from him before he was able to get to know him. Would they be proud of him and his achievements? Or would they be disappointed with him and his decisions? He was after all, knowingly walking right into his death, dishonouring his mother's sacrifice where she gave her live for his.
And with a SWISH he wasn´t able to care anymore. The lonely eleven year old who´d given up hope, that there would be more to life than never ending pain and suffering, reverted to an even younger version. Now, nothing more than a distraught toddler, all he wanted was to be with his Mommy. To be held and loved and cherished.
He didn´t even notice, that his feet led him further and further into the thick and forbidden forest. When finally standing in front of the darkest and most feared wizard of their time, he was a calm and collected 17 year old boy, whose eyes showed maturity and wisdom beyond his age.
"AVADA KEDAVRA!"
The words echoed in the deathly silent clearing.
And with a SWISH the last sliver of his determination, to survive this encounter and emerge the victor out of this blasted war, crepitated.
The curse hit home and the spark of life left eyes similar coloured as the last thing they´ve ever seen. The lifeless body crumbled to the floor. The small smile gracing the pale lips unnoticed. He was dead.
The End