De Ja Vu
Too much hit on the head could get yourself permanently damaged. Oh well, let's just hope that Harry realized his mistakes when he tries to commit suicide after defeating Voldermort, again?
Disclaimer:
For those who was too much of an idiot to believe that I even own this story. Think again, it is a Fan fiction. J.K Rowling owns it all, except the plot that is, and my pillow, and the dagger that I would throw to anyone who said I own it.
It was not until now that Harry Potter had a reason to kill himself. But how about Voldermort you say? He's dead. Yes, Harry had defeated him.
Using Harry last power, he had countered a very strong shield that it reflected Voldermort's curse back into himself, leaving the Dark Lord dead, fell limp near Harry's feet. Harry stared coldly at the newly corpse.
Seemed that like a lifetime, Harry fell on his knee, wand no longer mattered. He brought his hands over his face. It was then he released all his feelings of anguish and despair.
Harry screamed.
Tears never failed to fell on his smudged cheeks. Pains kept throbbing his eyes. His hands clamped over his head, clutching a few strands of hair. Letting out the last sorrowful scream. Harry felt himself empty.
Hundread miles from his surrounding was filled with absolutely nothing. Ashes, fires, soft brown soil and beautiful green field was no more, all burnt into crisps.
Why was he fighting for something that had no longer existed?
Harry wiped his tears on his black sleeve. Wand firmly clutched in his right hand. With a swift of hand, the wand tip pointed on himself. Closing his eyes, he thought What is really worth it? Opening his mouth, he muttered:
'Avada kedav…'
He never gets to complete the illegal Unforgivable curse, for something hard had hit him on his head sending him into unconscious before he felt his wand suddenly, forcefully snatched out from his hand.
Oddly, Harry last thought before he blackened out was 'De ja vu,'
A/N: Honestly, have anyone ever get their head hit and passed out? I wonder how that feel…