Ok, so this is my first drabble, so tell me if you like it. Criticism is appreciated.
Barren Ground
He stood on the tower, looking at the barren ground. It was gone. All gone. All hope, feeling, love. She was dead. They were all dead. All he did, all his sacrifices, his work, his life. Gone. He had done what he had set out to do, but for what? Nothing was left but this tower, and him. Harry Potter's jade green eyes glinted one more time before he stepped off the tower, and the barren ground rose up to meet him.