AN: another something that popped into my head, you wanna use it, go for it
It was totally unheard of for anyone to survive the death touch, the spell Avada Kadavra, and until the night of the Potter's attack on Godric's Hollow, the Magical world was on the cusp of total domination by the self-styled Lord Voldemort. Surviving the spell was incomprehensible, many theorizing that Harry Potter 'The Boy Who Lived' was a messiah of sorts, and in a way they were right.
The words of Fate, through the Medium of Sybil Trelawney set in motion a means of necessity, for when Voldemort, Tom Riddle Jr fired the Killing curse at 15 month old Harry he had no knowledge that he had in fact, created that which he feared above all else, he had created Death when he tried to kill Harry Potter with the Killing Curse, the Touch of Death connecting to what had created it at the beginning of existence.
There could be no life without Death. You could not kill Death with his very own power.
Some, such as Albus Dumbledore theorized that Harry survived Voldemort's attack because his mother sacrificed her life in place of her son voluntarily, he couldn't have been more wrong; if he were then there would have been many more reported surviving's of the Killing Curse.
Harry was different, he was totally unique.
Harry could feel it within his soul, when he touched the Cloak of Invisibility, when he fingered the Stone of Resurrection and when his fingers grasped the Wood of Elder that as the Death Stick, of who he was.
When he grasped the Elder wand Death understood, and in that instant, Voldemort disintegrated, his soul leaving the world forever.
"Oh Tom, if only you could understand what it is that you did, I'm sure you would have never attempted it, though if you hadn't then the world, existence itself, would cease to exist. You tried to kill me so many times, but what you failed to realise through all of it…. You can kill death with his own touch. You created that which you most fear and now you are reside in MY domain for all of time." Harry said with a chuckle, the Death Stick crumbling into dust in his hands, its purpose fulfilled, the Stone doing the same and the cloak faded out of existence, all their power returning to their creator.
"I suppose sooner or later, I'll have to go see a trio of brothers to set things in motion." Harry said as an afterthought.
AN: a small, somewhat stupid bunny, but i thought, 'what the hell'.
A lot of you might be bummed that its not another chapter of Who am I, I am YOU, if you WANT more, i pretty much wrote myself into a wall with that, ideas to help destroy that wall to continue would be appreciated, I AM a one shotter for a reason, was hoping that writing this would stimulate the creative juices in my imagination to write some more but that hasn't really happened.
You want more, help me.
