"Avada Kedavra!" bellowed Harry. Bellatrix Lestrange dropped to the floor, her once fair body, lifeless. Harry had had it. He had lost everything he once held dear to himself. His parents, his friends, his godfather, and now Dumbledore. He had nothing else to live for. He didn't care if he went to Azkaban for the rest of his life. He didn't care about anything anymore. He didn't feel at all guilty about the murder he just committed. If Bellatrix Lestrange wanted to stay alive, then she shouldn't have killed Sirius. She should have known it was coming ever since the curse that killed Sirius left her mouth. And if she didn't, then it's her own fault. Harry walked over to her lifeless body, his wand still held tightly in his hand. He kicked her body, and, feeling satisfied, turned around to see the rest of Voldemort's Death Eaters facing him in a huge semi-circle.
"Who's next?" He asked menacingly. The Death Eaters parted and Lord Voldemort walked through, looking furious, his wand held high. Harry turned on the spot and disappeared. He reappeared in Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, in the bedroom he shared with Ron. Harry heard Ron snoring, and chuckled at how Ron didn't even know that Harry had just done something that might land him in Azkaban. Maybe he'll tell everyone what he did after he killed Voldemort. He couldn't wait until that day. If it wasn't for Voldemort's remaining Horcruxes, Harry would have killed him just now. But he knew it would have just been a waste of time to kill him there, when he would have come back in a matter of days. Harry clenched the fake Horcrux in his pocket, where it had been since he discovered Dumbledore died for nothing. Harry undressed and got into bed, with a feeling of both anger and satisfaction at what had happened that day.
Harry was awakened a few hours later by Ron shaking him, telling him to get up.
"Harry! Harry! Mum wants you to come down for breakfast before we leave." Harry had completely forgot this was the day he, Ron and Hermione were to begin looking for Voldemort's Horcruxes. Harry got up and quickly got dressed and hurried downstairs, where nearly the entire Order of the Phoenix sat, eating a variety of foods. It seemed they all wanted to wish Harry and his friends good luck before they went on their dangerous task. Alastor Moody stood up, walked over to Harry and gave him what looked like a small mirror.
"Miniature foe-glass, Potter." Moody growled. "Keep it with you, and use it. It'll help finding those accursed Death Eaters.
"Thanks Moody." Harry said, pocketing the foe-glass." Then Remus Lupin got up and gave Harry a picture. Harry looked at and saw three familiar faces looking up at him. It was Lupin, his Dad, and Sirius Black, all three of them beaming and waving at Harry.
"Thank you Lupin." Harry managed, fighting back a tear. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley then got up and walked over.
"Harry," Mrs. Weasley started, "Arthur got this at the ministry, and I think it will be best for you to have it, and if you ever have some free time, I'd suggest studying it." They handed him a book, titled Legalized Jinxes and Curses. Harry flipped through it, looking forward to using a few of them.
"Thanks Mr. and Mrs. Weasley." He gave them both a hug and sat down at the table, where a large plate of food awaited him. For a few minutes, the group ate in general silence, with an occasional remark from someone, or Moody giving Harry battle strategies when fighting large groups of Death Eaters.
After awhile, Harry stood up. "Well, we better be off." After many exchanges of hugs were passed around, Harry, Ron, and Hermione went outside, gave one last wave, and, in unison, turned and disappeared.
A/N: I know it's pretty short, but what do you think? Please review! This was an idea that came to me while I was re-reading Harry Potter 6. It just kinda- popped. So I thought I'd write it down. Should I continue?