When Harry landed on the floor of the office, he did not move for several moments. He breathed in the smell of the carpet, took notice to the dust particles floating in the air, listened to every sound he could. The meaning of what he saw in the pensieve was too much to take in, too much for one person to comprehend, too much responsibility for someone to be placed with. He now realized that death was the only solution. His death. It was the only way that Voldemort could be stopped. He thought of everyone he loved. Of Ron, Hermoine, the Weasleys, his parents. Yes, he would do it for them. He was willing. He was able.
He stood and looked around Dumbledores old office for a moment. All the times he sat in here, speaking with him while he knew the truth all along… no, he would no be bitter. Not when he had so little time. He had not a minute to waste.
He made his way down the stairs, he tried to take in every detail of the place he felt most at home. He wanted to see his friends, just one last time, even if they didn't know it would be the last time they would see him alive. He wanted his own way of saying good-bye.
Making it down to the great hall, he spotted them. They all looked so tired, so weary. Ready for this war to be over. Harry walked in and stood beside Ron. Then he saw Fred laying there on the floor. He had to choke back a gasp before turning away. Hermione, on the other hand, did not miss what Ron had behind Harry's eyes. The torture of the information he just newly learned.
"Harry… Harry, what is it? Where have you been?" she questioned.
"Hermione… its time. I'm going. I'm going to face him. I have to." he tried to say in the strongest voice he could muster.
With that, everyone within earshot turned towards him.
"No, Harry, you musn't! Don't be absurd!" Hermione yelled, Mrs. Weasley rushing over, tears streaming down her dirt-covered face.
"I'll hear no more of this! I've lost Fred, and sacrificing yourself is not going to stop him, Harry!" She said, out of habit straightning Harry's glasses and ruffling his hair, hands shaking.
"Yes it will." Harry said, swung his invisibility cloak around his shoulders, and ran from them.
