An; the next New Start chapter should be up soon and I'm about half way with the Ichi-Hana fic so I decided to finish this off and upload it. I thought of this awhile back and decided to finish it off and upload it.
Giving up-Prologue
Harry Pov
Looking over the battlefield in front of me I spotted Voldemort smirking from his position high above his Death Eaters sending the odd curse at whoever came near him. Starting at a slow walk I made my way toward him, striking down any death eater who came near me using my wide knowledge of curses to make a path toward Snake-Face. Out the corner of my eye I saw Neville fighting Bella-Bitch getting revenge for his parents as he cast spells with one hand the other grasping the sword of Gryffindor as he got the upper-hand in their duel.
Looking back in front of me I saw that Voldemort recognised me and brought out his own wand to begin our own final duel "Ah Potter I shall enjoy killing you" boasted the maniac wand pointed ready to cast the killing curse at me smirking back "Good luck with that Tom, you've tried to kill me for the past 18yrs with no such luck" I spat back laughing almost gleefully as I saw the outrage on his face and so our fight began with him casting Avada Kedavra and I dodged to the right, casting a Flippendo back. Seeing that I had successfully knocked him off his feet I rushed over to the Noseless monster as he tried to get up and quickly pulled out the pocket knife Sirius had given me for my birthday a while back and spun it around in my hand. As I neared him I steadied my hand and drove the blade through whatever was left of Voldemort's black heart and smiled grimly as I pulled the knife out with a squelching sound.
Collapsing in relief I began to laugh to myself as I realised it was finally over, after all these years the man who ruined his life was finally dead and not coming back. The last thing I saw was a bloody Neville hovering over me worriedly as I fell unconscious.
Blinking repeatedly as I woke up the hospital wings bright light hurting my eyes I was relieved to see that I was alone and I let myself relax as much as I could in the hard hospital bed I tensed as I heard footsteps come down the hall toward where I was. Craning an ear, I listened in to the hushed conversation "But Mione Harry's gone dark! We'd be in danger if we stay friends with him! I tell you he's going dark he'll kill us when he gets the chance" Ron rushed trying to keep his voice down (and failing miserably). "I know that Ronald, did you see how he killed You-Know-Who? That's proof right there, we'll just pretend for a little while longer so we can change his will so we get all his money, books and artefacts" came Hermione's hasty reply as they neared me.
Grimacing slightly as the duo entered the room I forced a neutral expression on my face pretending I hadn't just heard that conversation "You alright mate? You've been unconscious for days, magical and emotional exhaustion" questioned the Red head with a fake smile on his face, looking rather constipated to be honest. "I feel fine Ron just a bit tired and can't wait to get out of this bloody bed" I replied back laughing awkwardly rubbing the back of my head. "The usual then Harry?" laughed back Hermione and I nodded in agreement, "well we'd love to stay and chat Harry but we've got plans, we didn't think you'd be awake" she finished and began walking out the door Ron following. Sighing I got up and out of the bed and wordlessly transfigured my clothing into something more appropriate and apparated to Gringotts.
Shaking my head to get rid of the dizziness I looked around the bank and walked toward a free Teller and asked "Can I please talk to my account holder Master Goblin" with a polite tone still feeling guilty about the dragon incident. The goblin sneered at Harry and replied in a curt tone follow Griphook, he will take you to Clawtooth your account manager" he finished sneer twisting into a cruel smile. Smiling back nervously I looked toward the goblin that had been picked to take me further into the bank, feeling bad I apologised "I'm reaaly sorry Master Griphook about the whole incident before" too which Griphook nodded in acceptance as they reached an office marked High Master Clawtooth and entered. "You may leave Griphook" ordered the aged goblin sat behind the large desk, "Lord Potter-Black what can I do for you today?" he inquired. "I would like to change half the vaults of both Black and Potter changed into muggle money, both pound and quarters, shillings and the like. The rest use how you wish, think of it as an apology about the Dragon accident" I offered hoping I didn't piss off the goblin, however rather than anger Clawtooth just looked lost about what I had just said. "Lord Potter-Black we can do one better, we can give you a bottomless wallet/bag that will give you the desired currency you need. But why are you doing this" questioned Clawtooth, smiling sadly at the goblin I replied "because there is nothing left here for me, the Veil isn't actually an instant death it leads to another dimension and that's where I plan to go."
Looking into the Veil I double-checked I had everything. Clothes, check. Bottomless money bag, check. Photo albums, check. Wand, check as if I'd ever be apart from my wand, it was my lifeline. Bracing myself I walked into the Veil, ready for whatever came next.