Disclaimer: Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. I am not JKR, nor am I in any way affiliated with her or the other HP copyright holders.
Author's Pointless Note: I've been frustrated with fanfiction lately -- it might have something to do with the way my WP app. keeps eating my Chapter 11s -- and I guess it kind of shows. But yeah. Got annoyed. Wrote this. Serves Harry right.
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There were just too many ways a man could die. A job like that, they all die sometime, sooner than later usually.
He lasted longer than others, got by on luck and things like it. Some said he was different, he'd last till it was over. But over wasn't easy to find and there were just too many ways a man could die. Before you know it over has you and not the other way round.
Soft and cool on an autumn day. Quiet and quick coming for him. He knew there were just too many ways a man could die. At least he went alone.
In the end it was a woman killed him. Done in by love. A swift brutal stab in to the proverbial back. He never saw it coming and there were just too many ways a man could die.
Man could die.
The best of them all and he had to have the worst one.
