N/A: Because I wanted to.
Harry wanted to taste the rain.
Slowly, almost as if he was unsure of his actions, the seventh year Gryffindor opened his mouth to the sky, allowing droplets of water to drop against his tongue and down his throat. The cool rain felt nice against the boy's injured lips and raw gorge, and Harry smiled into the tears of the heavens as the blood was wiped from his body.
It took a moment for the pain to kick in. Slowly, Harry fell to his knees, face still towards the sky. His mouth was now opened even wider than before; the taste of the rain was able to make it down his throat all the way down his esophagus…
"This rain…"
The hole in Harry's side was still flowing crimson. Cradled by his warm blood, Harry felt the liquid grass before touching his face to feel more pasty scarlet. The rain was washing away this hero's battle wounds with the taste of life. Wanting to cleanse his bloodied hand, the Boy-Who-Lived reached up to the sky, letting a new rain of red break his vision.
"Master! We've found him!" A series of footsteps echoed in Harry's damaged ears, but he could care less. Still grasping for the rain above, Harry focused on that shower of demise as he continued to taste his last serum of life.
"…tastes like—"
Curses were flung at the kneeling hero. Soon, the ultimate curse of death broke Harry's body in a flash of emerald, forcing the old Gryffindor to crash against his sea of blood and shut his mouth from the rain. The rain continued to pour, but Harry lost the taste. His taste of life ended with a broken smile and a roar of laughter pounding into his final seconds.
"…home."
N/A: Next thing in store is a continuation of my Death Note "One Last Chat". The same story from Kira's PoV. ;D
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