It hurt everywhere. He wasn't sure what was going on either. There was yelling and Harry was sure he heard someone crying. Someone was holding him too, he wanted to tell them that he had blood all over him but he figured they already knew that.
He didn't remember how he had gotten hurt either. The last thing he remembered was walking down the hall. It was darker than usual but he thought nothing of it, after all he had just arrived and this was an older home. Things like that could happen all the time for all he knew.
Trying to open his eyes took more effort than he thought was normal. He finally opened them though.
The person holding him was the one crying. He recognized him, but couldn't remember from where. He tried to tell him not to cry. Harry didn't like when others cried, he never had. Trying to talk though made him choke so instead he just squeezed the hand holding onto his. He wasn't sure if it was the same boy's hand who was crying but he knew if it wasn't that the other person would reassure this person who seemed so sad.
He was tired, too tired. Sleep sounded really good, he just needed to close his eyes.
The screaming and crying became louder. He didn't understand why, but he was too tired to care.
Right before he fell into the welcoming darkness he heard the crying boy say, "I will always love you, always."
Harry Potter died with a smile on his lips.