"Avada Kedavra"

Disclaimer: I don't own anything Harry Potter. I leave that for the pros (like J.K. Rowling). Someday though, I'm gonna be a famous novelist. You just watch. Until then, I'll settle for creating some random fan fiction of my own.

Summary: Harry's take on his idol's death. Oneshot.

A/N: Okay, so I haven't wrote a lot of Harry Potter stuff…I'm more of a Buffy the Vampire Slayer person. But this was just a little thing that popped into my mind last night, so here it is! Ta da! My craving to write some sort of fan fiction has been satisfied. I feel better :) Well, read on reader…

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There Harry stands, frozen not only by the clever charm that Dumbledore pulled off on him (surely by accident?), but by complete and utter fear. The worst fear that he could ever remember experiencing was gripping him, pulling every inch of him in every direction.

It all happened so fast. One moment Dumbledore was struggling to get safely back into Hogwarts, and the next thing they know, a gang of Death Eaters are emerging from the castle and where was Harry? Stuck under his invisibility cloak, frozen. Not able to move a muscle. Surely Dumbledore was trying to hit one of the Death Eaters…

Dumbledore, thanking everything holy for being able to pull of that quick charm and managing to keep Harry safe, was leaning against a wall, drawing in sharp, painful gasps of the cool night air.But what happened next was something that would be burned into Harry's mind for an eternity.

It was like he was watching a terrifying horror flick. You know, the one where you're thanking God that it's not you in that situation where everyone is dying and people's worlds are being turned upside down and thrown into complete turmoil. Except that it was happening. To Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore. Two names that no one would ever forget. Ever.

The Death Eaters. One being that greasy-haired, crooked-nosed old fool we all know too well, approached with haste, the moon casting menacing shadows across their faces that were deeply hidden within the hoods of their flowing cloaks. And all Harry could do was watch. Watch in a horrifying, fear gripping state.

"Avada Kedavra".

And it's done.

Just like that.

Who would have guessed that two words as simple as that could have tipped someone's world upside down and inside out and then shaken it violently like a rag doll?

Harry James Potter did.

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