A/N: This story will be a oneshot/drabble and it's for the Ultimate Chocolate Frog Club on Hogwarts School of Witchcraft & Wizardry forum! This story is AU! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own HP!

(Gold) Thestral: is a breed of winged horses with a skeletal body, face with reptilian features, and wide, leathery wings that resemble a bat's. They are very rare, and are considered dangerous by the Ministry of Magic. Thestrals are, undeservedly, known as omens of misfortune and aggression by many wizards because they are visible only to those who have witnessed death at least once (and fully accepted the concept) or due to their somewhat grim, gaunt and ghostly appearance.

Challenge: Write about someone witnessing a death.

Word Count: 508 words

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Harry Potter fought off the blackness that was slowly encroaching on him because he didn't want to lose consciousness. He wanted to be awake for whatever was happening to Professor Quirrel. He couldn't take his eyes off the spectacle that was happening in front of him no matter how much he might have wanted too. He watched as Professor Quirrel slowly burnt away. He watched as Voldemort tore himself away from Quirrel who he had been possessing.

He fought and pulled himself away from the hands that were trying to hold him back as Quirrel took his last breath. He wanted to see for himself that the man who had tried to kill him was dead. Once he was sure that the man was dead he rounded on the people that he had felt come into the chamber. "This is on all of you! Are you happy now? Did you enjoy making me kill someone for your sick pleasures? Did you know that Voldemort was possessing one of your fellow colleagues? Did you know that Dumbledore who is standing over in the doorway that just appeared set it up for this to happen?"

Minerva McGonagall sucked in a breath and then blew it out. "Mr. Potter, what are you talking about?"

Harry gave a bitter laugh as he looked towards where Quirrel's body was decomposing fast because of nothing to sustain it. "Dumbledore has been leading me to this confrontation since I first walked in the doors of Hogwarts. How could he not know that Voldemort was possessing Quirrel when he knew about everything else that happened in the castle? Why was the only thing on the door a simple locking charm? If he truly hadn't wanted students to come to the third floor corridor, then he wouldn't have given the warning the way that he did. He knew that phrasing it the way that he did would get students curious. I watched Quirrel die like he did because I plan on making sure that the right people are to blame for his death. I won't stand back and let Dumbledore or anyone else try to control me any longer."

He looked at Minerva, Severus Snape, and Filius Flitwick with hard eyes before he slowly turned to look at Albus Dumbledore who looked at him with a pale face. "I hope that you are happy now, sir. Because of your, your actions, and your inactions I will always have to live with the memory of Professor Quirrel dying all because it fit your stupid plans. I am telling you here and now that you got the weapon that you wanted, but I won't be used for your Greater Good. I will choose what battles I pick to fight not you. As far as I'm concerned you are no better than Voldemort."

He shook his head and walked over. He needed to see Madam Pomphrey about a dreamless sleep potion. He knew otherwise that he wouldn't be able to sleep without seeing Professor Quirrel die over and over again.

A/N 2: *smiles* I hope that you all enjoyed this one... I did like writing it... Click the button and let me know what you think!