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A/n: These lyrics to The Hero inspired me to write how Harry felt as he walked to his death. Please R&R.
"You know what must be done, what must be done, know that you cannot fail, you were more than my favorite you are the greatest hope." (Ministry of Magic, The Hero)
The foreboding sense of overwhelming despair clung to his soul like darkness encompasses night. His journey had begun so many years ago, and now it would finally end. Fear was etched into his face as a young boy that now it was permanent. The mist of uncertainty faded away and the obvious path lay before him. He knew what he must do, it had to be done, yet despair and apprehension clouded his thoughts. His destiny seemed doomed since his birth and now it had come to this. The whispers of the wind reassured his poltroon soul, making his decision clear. With this journey ending he pondered what would be next. As if in response to his thoughts the leaves gave a chimerical laugh. Nothing would come after this, he was alone, and everything he knew would come to a close. He was the one to end it all; he had to save them because he was the only one who could. Sweat trickled down his face; he just hoped he be enough. His muscles tensed as the harsh cold voice drew nearer. The voice was only yards from where he stood and his every breath was brining him closer to his demise. As he walked he didn't stumble or fall, his skinny form looked majestic and calm, because he wasn't a coward, he was the hero to end it all.