Fear. That was what Harry Potter felt as he left the castle, intent on ending his life to serve the Greater Good. Was Dumbledore's plan going to work? What would happen if it failed?
As he crossed the threshold of the castle, his thoughts were consumed with the memory of his first view seven years ago while on the boats. The emotions came flooding back to him. Meeting his best friend Ron, for the first time and finding out that there were such things as chocolate frogs.
He remembered his first look at that bushy mane of hair that was Hermione. He closed his eyes and pictured the young girl poking her head into the room asking about a toad. He had thought she looked stunning. From that moment he knew that this was the girl he was going to marry.
Thinking of that brought him back to the time they spent together in the tent after Ron had left. The first few days had been rough, but after the initial grieving, they became very close. One thing led to another and now they were together. Ron was a little miffed when he found out, but he understood. Besides, he had his sights set on a peculiar blonde haired beauty.
Ah, Luna. Harry smiled as he remembered meeting the curious girl on the train to Hogwarts. He also remembered what her and her father had endured while she was kidnapped by the Death Eaters.
Death Eaters. Until this night, Harry had nothing for contempt for all of them. Then he was told the truth by one of them. The man who had held a grudge against him since he first came to Hogwarts.
In the final moments of his life, Severus Snape told Harry of his regret in the way he acted towards him. He also left Harry with the information needed to slay the Dark Lord forever.
This brought Harry back to the present. He was at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. Harry turned back towards the school, seeing the state the aged castle was in, he shuddered. The lives lost, the family lines ended. There was so much bloodshed. As Harry turned back to the forest, a new feeling filled him.
Determination, hope, and love filled his mind and body as he stepped into the forest. The Golden Snitch in his hand, knowing what must be done that night to end this terror forever. To set everything right, he must die. If Harry Potter was anything on this night, he was ready. Ready to die.
