IT is a sad, sad day for Harry Potter when he realizes what must be done. There is no alternative, no easy way out. Once again Voldemort will ruin his life, only he fears that this time it may be permanent. He might as well say goodbye to Ron, Hermione, Hagrid, Mrs. Weasely, heck, all the Weaselys now. He will miss his lover the most, but somehow the man will manage to get along without him. After all he always has. Perhaps before succumbing he should do something wild, outrageous. Isn't that what people always say they will do if they know that they are going to die. He's too weary now, though, too sick of this fighting, of the endless searching for the horcruxes that no one seems capable of finding.

Well, at least that will end at last. For, if nothing else he has found the last one. The final, one, and yet he can't be happy, for to destroy the horcux he must destroy himself, or rather someone else must destroy him. The ancient magic prevents him from committing suicide. That was something that Dumbledore ensured long ago. Maybe he feared his hero would try and take the easy way out.

It's such a joke. What could the dark lord have been thinking, to save a piece of his soul inside of his worst enemy, the one he tries relentlessly to kill. And, yet it is also brilliant, for in the same way that no one would ever expect Ginny Weasely to open the chamber of secrets, no one would ever expect the last horcux to be the Harry, the hero himself. Tom Riddle wasn't head boy for no reason after all. No one would ever doubt his brilliance.

It is that very brilliance that Harry now wants to curse. Who of his friends should he entrust to kill him, for the good of the world of course, so that the children may sleep peacefully. He couldn't ask Ron or Hermione. No, it would kill either of them, and Harry wanted them at least to have a chance to go on, to make a life after snake face is dead. He wouldn't trust Neville not to mess it up or Hagrid for that matter. Dobby would no doubt try to save him from himself, and Luna, well he couldn't successfully predict her reaction, and therefore must choose another. Remus, poor Remus didn't last long after his friend's deaths, as is the curse of a werewolf, and Madame Pompey couldn't due to her healer status. None of the other teachers did he trust well enough, except perhaps one, but...well he didn't want to request such a thing of Snape, not after he saw the toll it took on the man to fulfill Dumbledore's death request. Either the man would delight in the power and torture him, or become overwhelmed with guilt. He feared that any of the dark lord's men would torture him unmercifully.

It is quite pathetic when you can find no one in this world to trust with your death. For Harry such a task was more tedious than finding those he could trust with his life. He didn't want to have to, but he would have to ask his lover. He could trust none other, and knew the man would be able to live with himself afterwards. He alone knew the importance of Harry's death, and so with a heavy heart, a seventeen year old young man approached his true love to plead for death. And death he did receive…