T h e D o m I n o E f f e c t
When Harry was a child of no more than seven, his cousin Dudley had dominos. He would make Harry line them all up in circles, lines and curves. He would then knock them down, and make Harry do it all over again. It was the most fun Harry had ever had at the Dursley's.
Harry was sixteen when Dumbledore died. He was seventeen when Voldemort took over the ministry. He was seventeen when he went around the country finding and destroying Horcruxes. He was seventeen when he killed Voldemort. He was eighteen when he realized that he hated, that he absolutely loathed dominos.
The first domino to be knocked down was Dumbledore. The second the ministry. The third, fourth, fifth, the twentieth, the fortieth, the hundredth were all the same. Innocents. The last was Harry.
He didn't fall.
And sometimes, he just wishes he did.
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