He lowered his hand, wand loose in his grip and sank to his knees.
It was over.
The terror he had wrought onto the wizarding world was no more.
He was not done yet though and he dragged himself to the body that lay only a few feet away.
The steady rising of the mans chests
seemed worse than if it was still and unmoving.
He was to pick; a choice. To end his reign permanently or to trust that he could be contained.
He did not know, if the time came and fate decided to settle, if he could bring himself to put a means to an end.
He was not a God, he knew this now. He could not put strings around people and call them puppets.
He raised his wand.
He could not control life, the length of one or how it would go and he wouldn't forget that.
The wizard who had caused harm and scared so many people, mortals included, had his life represented by a thread a everyone else does.
Although it was thin, It was hanging and he was not about to cut it.
So he chose, to give a second chance b to the wizard.
He was not sure if his feelings had seen to that or if he really did choose on his own accord.
He was weak, exhausted and a doorbell away from death but he found the strength.
He scooped his hands under the wizard and stood.
Oh, the wizard had done many terrible things-of which he would never be forgiven- but he was human and the way his body fell limp in his arms, the scars that crossed his face and the dirt that masked his arms proved that.
He gazed up for the first time in awhile, noticing the destruction they had caused and his heart weighed heavy.
Perhaps, a goodbye was not needed, the lone wizard decided, perhaps some things were better left unsaid.
Perhaps, it would hurt too much.