Harry rolled in his bed and groaned. His old bones were not nearly as strong as they once were. Now they creaked when he moved. His once handsome face had become withered and wrinkled with age. His jet black hair now bright white.
Once the war was over, Harry had a long, happy, and fulfilling life. He had lost many- Fred, Tonks, Lupin, and Colin in the war, just to name a few. He had mourned his losses, but it was small compared to his fulfillment in life. He was never happier than when he was with his family- his beautiful wife, Ginny, and his three children, James, Albus, and Lily. Ron and Hermione had made him even happier. His closest friends, Neville, Luna, and his in-laws, his true family, were the best things that could have happened to him.
But now, Harry was ninety years old. His children were married and had children of their own. Ginny had died two years ago- funny, seeing as how he was older. He was taken in by his oldest son, Albus, to help him through the loneliness and sadness. Ron was the next to follow, following his last intermediate family's death- all the others had died of old age. Hermione followed suit one year later.
Neville and Luna- which was rather both tragic and endearing- died in their bed, sleeping peacefully.
Now, with everyone gone, Harry's time was nearly up. He could sense it. But rather than feel scared, like he did with Voldemort, he simply felt indifferent. The Wizarding World simply did not need him anymore. His duties as an auror were finished. His kids, Ted Tonks, and many nieces and nephews were grown. His family and friends were dead.
He painfully got out of bed, and shuffled to his trunk. He opened it, and pulled out his invisibility cloak. He did not give it to any of his children- they would wreak even more havoc on their Hogwarts staff- and he required it for auror duty, anyhow.
"Hello father." Albus said, opening the door. Harry smiled at him.
"Albus..." Harry whispered. Albus walked over to him. "I wish for you to have this. It was a gift from my father to me. It gets passed along from generation to generation." Harry smiled, remembering the Deathly Hallows.
Albus teared, pulling his father into a hug. He was not blind to how soon death would be coming for his father. "Thank you father." Harry nodded.
"Tell me if you need anything." Harry nodded again. Albus left the room to attend to his children.
Harry shuffled back over to the bed, and closed his eyes. He saw a bright light, and a seventeen-year-old Ginny Weasley waiting for him.
"Hello, sweetheart." He smiled, and saw Ron, Hermione, George, and Fred all in their late teens and early twenties. He saw Bill, Fleur, Charlie, Angelina, Neville, and Luna waiting for him as well. He glanced behind them, and recognized the faces of Snape, Dumbledore, Molly, Arthur, Hagrid, and Tonks. They smiled and waved. He felt arms circle around him, and saw his mother, father, Sirius, and Lupin sharing smiles.
"We are, so proud of you." Harry beamed at his mother. Then he crossed over to the other side. Funny, how death was once an enemy that had stolen his childhood. Now, Harry greeted death as an old friend.