"Goodbye Harry Potter"
A beam of bright emerald green light shot towards the sweaty and blood stained boy of 17.
"It's not over yet. Tom."
The boy raised a thin wooden object and focused on the green light; he immediately found what he was looking for, a thin line of darker green webbing, almost that of a spider's, blocking the curse.
He smiled sadly and said one word
"Déferlisum"
There is a...
Harry Potter cast his last spell and received the desired result.
Along the lines of the dark green, the curse shattered, bits and pieces twisting off in every direction. Some fading as their energy ran out.
One hit Tom Riddle. The darkest of Dark Lords in a century, was dead.
But so was his assassin.
Harry didn't have enough time to dodge the shard of death that traveled towards him like a javelin.
Harry Potter died with a grim smile. Once bright emerald eyes shone no more.
...Flaw in...
The memorial was
small with only close friends, relatives and a single trusted
reporter.
The pastor finished the eulogy and the ashes were tossed into the wind.
A small hole was dug into the ground with an enchanted wooden box that was to never let the inside contents rot. The box was filled with personal things like letters, a journal, a photo album, a wand and a single phoenix feather.
A petite red haired woman made her way up to the box in front of the headstone. She quietly sobbed and kneeled down to place an emerald engagement ring inside. Once it was placed, the woman slowly rose and stepped back towards the others.
...every emerald.