A/N: The idea came to me a while ago and I thought I'd put it on paper when I was reading about The First Kiss Challenge. It's nothing special, but I hope you like it.
Disclaimer: I'm definitely not J.K. Rowling.
Harry shivered when the door to his new cell at the Ministry creaked open. He was number than he had felt for a long time. He knew it was time. He'd finally turned 17.
"Get up, Potter," a harsh voice said.
Harry looked up at the rough faces of two muscular Ministry employees who were standing in the doorway. He gave a pitiful moan when one of the men took a hold of his arm quite harshly and pulled him up.
"They've postponed it for too long if you ask me. It should've been done a long time ago. Why the long wait? Little murderer," the other man standing next to the door said before he grabbed Harry's other arm and dragged him outside the cell.
"Boss said Minister Diggory wants to watch it with his own eyes. Poor man! He's still mourning his son," the guy to Harry's left said before they reached their destination. Sure enough, the Minister was an audience, but it didn't make any difference to Harry who had his eyes on something that demanded more attention.
Harry's legs gave out under his pitiful weight when he saw a Dementor at the end of the large room waiting to deliver his first kiss ever before he was dragged to his inevitable fate.
Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think.