It wasn't how he envisioned it, dying that is. He had pictured lights flashing before his eyes and smiling as the grim reaper came to take you away. He didn't picture pain and blood, Sirius said it was quicker and easier that falling asleep. Sirius was wrong. Dying was a bloody, terrible experience as the ones you love crowd around you for one last goodbye. Death maybe quick but dying was torture.
He had always pictured himself dying on a battle field, most probably trying to defeat Voldemort. He did not however envision being killed in his office. It was a normal day, he supposed as normal as he could get whilst having his department working with unspeakables in an effort to capture a rapist and serial killer. He had just poured his second cup of coffee and had gone to sit down when a man stormed into his office and fired a spell he hadn't heard in a while. Sectumsempra. The curse was then immediately followed up by a cruciatus curse, a combination of two painful curses had strained Harry's aging heart. Through his dazed mind he saw Ron crowd around him, screaming for a medic and Harry began to feel fear. Ron was panicking, he never panicked, well about Harry, definitely not since the second wizarding war.
Harry never remembered getting to the hospital, he never remembered as his children crowded around him, screaming at the injustice. He never remembered how Teddy, whom had become Harry's apprentice had pinned down Harry's assailant. It took four Aurors to get the Lupin boy off the man. Harry wished he could remember though, he wished he could remember his family crowding around him, saying goodbye to the drug induced man. He wished he could remember because then he may have held on. Yet all he could remember was the pain, the pain of his organs being sliced by a curse from the half-blood prince.
Years from his death people would mourn, he was the saviour. His friends would attend every memorial and give speeches and Teddy would be put on suspension for beating his godfather's killer to the point of near death. He would have punched his boss if not for Ron.
"Daddy can't save you now" he had sneered, Ron had heard and had punched the aging wizard.
"Yes but his uncle will you twat" Teddy didn't make a comment about needing to be saved, choosing to break down in Ron's arms.
Years from his death Harry would be remembered and idolised but that never bothered him for as soon as he was gone from the world he met the grim reaper with a smile. He grabbed deaths hand as it pulled him onto the next great adventure, were his family would hopefully be.