Ok, I say it right off. I do not own anything of value, INCLUDING Harry Potter. If you sue me, you might win my collection of pop tabs. That's it.

Now, on with the show. I don't know if you will like it but hey, I cant do any thing about that, can I?

Here I am.

Lying in a pool of my own blood.

I twist my head slightly, and I can see what remains of 'Lord' Voldemort, a few charred bones.

Strange, I never thought that the curse would work, but hey, it did. I got lucky.

But not too lucky. Voldemort managed to put a sword in me. It doesn't hurt so much any more, though.

Kinda weird actually. I knew I would have to fight him, me being the
Boy-Who-Lived and all. I just never thought that I would die at age 18.

Seems kind of like I got screwed, huh? I had one lousy life; my parents die when I'm only one, then I live with those horrible people. then finally, I die at 18.

But dying isn't so bad, now that I'm at Death's door. I can't really feel any pain anymore; I guess the blade cut my spine. Well, I guess when I go, I'll get to see my parents again, so death may actually give me what I've always wanted, am I right?

Hey, everything is getting kind of blurry, dark-

Here I come, mom, dad.

A.N: well, that's over, pretty short, huh? Well, tell me what you think! This is my first attempt, I wrote it in about 10 minutes, but the idea was in my head for a good 24 hours. I personally thought it wasn't so good, but hey, what can ya do?

REVIEW! Come on, I wanna know what you think of it! Anything's Good! Flames or otherwise! I WANT TO KNOW! One thing, if you flame, you better have legitimate reason, no 'u suk and ur stupid', K?