-….Avada Kedavra! – the sick intention clothed in dark green light began to move towards a green eyed boy. This kind of green could mesmerize people, as a siren with her voice. This is the kind of green colour that makes your life peel off before your eyes, that makes your brain stop. Just one little question pops up in your mind: Was it worth it?

But none of these thoughts went through the mind of the boy, who stood there like a bent willow at edge of a crystalclean river. His face betrayed no emotion, no fear. At this point there was no turning back, he yielded to his fate, no matter how big cocksucker fate is.

The green light just continued its rather monoton march toward the boy. Who would dare to stop it?

His mind was assualted by smells, feelings which reminded him that he's still among the livings. How useless these feelings are now! He tasted the bittersweet anticipation in his mouth. At last, he will meet his long lost family, friends who died.

Time slowed down as his brain worked 10 times faster as usual, his body struggling not to perish. It took all his self- control not to jump out of the way. But he was tired of running. 'It has to end': it was his mantra. 'What will be waiting for me on the other side? Surely, that's better than this hellhole. But he won't see his friends for long, at least he hoped. There's maybe nothing, just the blackened earth 5 ft above you.'

Firstly the coldness reached him, then followed the blackness.

Give a big smile to Death, Harry!- said Big Reaper happily as he whispered taking him in his arms. 'Not his fault that it sounded like Bellatrix Black, although he could use some doctor…'.

King's Cross

Something was amiss, or just simply holiday. Not a living soul stood on the platforms, no Goodbyes flying around in the air. But at least it was warm there…..

- …..Harry, my boy!

- Dumbledore Professor! -he hadn't changed anything since the boy last saw him. He still had his annoying twinkling blue eyes that could see through the metal itself. It brought him relief that he was the funny, old man , he had known….

-…..I know that my right to ask is gambled away, but you got a chance as the 3 Deathly Hallows is united by one person in the heart of a strongly magical place to revive deaths, to save lifes. You got the chance to transport your moleculas back in time, to go back in time. Harry, think over your options carefully, this time you have to make the most serios decision in your life.

- But Professor! My life. If only I could see my parents. I'm exhausted.

- I know, my boy.

- Not physically, mentally.

- The weight of this decision lays on your shoulder and I'm teribbly sorry for that. You must know that we're all very proud of you for what you have endured. But imagine it! Imagine your beloved ones standing beside you again, living. Imagine a more peacful world where no Voldemorts reign, where peace dominates. I'm most sure that you're capable for this devotion. Our time is running out, my boy, it's time to wake up.

…They have won. But for him the cost was much too high. His decision was made. As he chanted the ancient spell in the heart of Stonehenge holding a skull in his hand he wondered whether it's only him who can be such a lucky guy…

Disclaimer: I don't own HP. So mote it be.