This is my short and sweet one-shot I pulled up from my mind at about 1 in the morning. I was contemplating what Harry would do after the war, and this was one of the idea that popped into my mind. They're still at Hogwarts, in their seventh year, and this, as far as I know, should follow all the books.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter does not and never shall belong to me...unless I win multiple lotteries or something.
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As Harry felt the last dregs of life slip through his fingers he thought, not of himself, but of others. What were Ron and Hermione going to say when they found his cold, dead body seemingly asleep in his bed? What would McGonagall do? Was what he was doing right, for not only himself but for everyone else?
And even as these doubts ran through his mind, Harry knew. Harry knew, now that Voldemort was gone, he no longer had a place in the wizarding world, or in any world. He knew he could never belong in a world where he would never see his parent's faces, Sirius' face, or Dumbledore's ever again. He knew he could not put his friends through dealing with him and his emotional ups and downs. He knew they deserved to be happy together without him and his baggage to drag them down.
Harry also knew they would not understand at first. They would cry and grieve as he did his loved ones, but because they had each other, they would move on. Harry had nothing left in this world to bring him back, and so he was leaving it. Besides, what future did he have if he stayed? He had never planned on living past Voldemort's defeat. Oh, he knew he would take Voldemort down, but he had always figured he'd go down with him. And so the complications of life.
Yes, Harry knew a lot of things. Most of all, Harry knew very well what he was doing as he gulped down a potion to temporarily the clotting of his blood. He knew very well what he was doing as he pulled out the blade Sirius had given him, broken though it was, and sliced a deep cut into his wrist, and then the other. And as the last of Harry's life blood dripped down his arms and onto his Gryffindor bedspread mingling with the crimson colour already there, Harry smiled. He knew exactly what he was doing and where he was going.
The next morning when Ron screamed at the world for taking his best friend, Hermione could only cry softly and smile faintly for she knew by Harry's smile that he was happy where he was and with his decisions. Pulling Ron away from their friends still body, hugging him as he started to weep, she whispered a soft farewell to the strongest person she had ever had the pleasure of meeting.
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There, like I said short and, well, bittersweet, anyway. I've never actually written any one-shots before, so hope you like my first attempt.