The cold wind was blowing in from the sea as Harry Potter stood out looking on to the Atlantic Ocean with a sense of dread as he realized his life was about to end. He heard those dreaded words spoken with a tone filled with loathing directed at him. Yet they came from the mouth of the women he loved. He saw the flash of green that indicated the spell had left the wand of the mother of his children and time seemed to slow. Instead of dodging the curse like he would do in nearly all other cases, he staid where he was accepting his faith. The last thing Harry Potter would see of this world was the waves of the ocean crashing onto the rocky shore.