A/N: Here we go again. The first time I tried to post this, it turned into code. Fun. Hopefully it's working now. This fic is not fluffy at all. It is not for the faint of heart. There are things that may trigger some people. A happy ending will not be found here. If I need any more warnings, let me know. Thank you.
Blood was everywhere. On the carpet, the couch, the walls, and especially the table he was laid upon. No one knew what to do. Already, Madam Pompfry had been floo-ed in and had done everything she knew to heal him. None of it worked. Professor Snape had tried all the potions: Blood-Replenishers, Skele-Grow, Dreamless Sleep, even Essence of Dittany, but none worked, not even the most obscure ones barely anyone knew. The Boy-Who-Lived was going to die, and there was nothing they could do to save him.
The entire Order of the Phoenix was gathered around the raven-haired teenager's nearly motionless form. Almost every inch of his body was colored crimson through blood and torn flesh or a pinkish hue where bones like his ribs and his femur showed through. Every face in the room was solemn, and many were openly weeping. How could they not, when the boy they considered their son, brother, and best friend lay dying before them?
"We never should have let him come with us, Albus! That bitch wouldn't have hit him with this damn curse if he hadn't been on the bloody mission as well!" Sirius shouted, tears streaming down his face. How dare Bellatrix do this to his godson, his pup?! He can't lose Harry as well...! Remus was already in the corner of the room, quietly grieving the loss of his cub. He could do nothing to save Harry, just like with James and Lily! His wolf was howling, mourning for his broken pack. For once, they were in agreement.
Feeling every bit the old man he was, Albus Dumbledore told the angry Black, "Sirius, the mission was a simple scouting one. We could not have known we would be so severely ambushed." For a few others had also lost their lives, and many more injured, but none had experienced the sheer and utter agony Harry was currently enduring. The boy was strong to survive this long, but it was obvious the end was near. He no longer screamed or whimpered, only gasped for air. And even then, they were becoming shallower and fewer as time went on. Yes, soon, Harry Potter would embark on his next great adventure.
"What if we look through the library again, there's bound to be something we missed–"
"No, Hermione. We've already scoured every book in every library we know of. There is no mention of a Cruciabilique Exitu Perit curse anywhere. Not even Dumbledore knows it. Just sit down and stay with Harry. That's all we can do," said Ron, for once knowing the full consequences of the situation, and understanding how they were all helpless in the face of his best mate and brother's pain. There was nothing they could do.
Silence followed his words, as they were the bitter truth. Every now and then, a weak gasp could be heard passing from the blue lips of the young teen on the table. His skin, where intact, was growing paler by the minute, making his lightning bolt scar stand out more than ever upon his forehead. It seemed ironic, that while everywhere else on the boy's body was bleeding heavily, his scar was perfectly normal. The only solace the people surrounding the boy had was the fact that soon he would be with the parents he so dearly longed for all his life, together with them for the rest of eternity. Soon, he would be free from the horrors he has experienced all his life. Soon.
With a great heave, Harry James Potter took his last breath. And with that, he moved no more, finally at peace.
A/N: Cruciabilique Exitu Perit is Latin for agonizing death in Latin (according to Google). I just thought ancient/dark magic.