A/N Ok, this is my first ever one-shot, and it'll take all of about 30seconds to read! lol
Seeing as it's so short, you'll have spare time to review eh? lol Please let me know what you think!
I watched as he met the mortal Riddle, at just one year old. He cheated me.
I was glad.
I watched as he risked himself, over and over, to save others from me.
I thought he feared me.
I watched, as time and time again he looked me in the face, and refused to give in.
I realised I was wrong.
I watched, as he walked towards me that fateful night, of his own accord.
He was not fearless, far from it, but he was master of that fear.
And I felt proud, though I had no right to be.
That night he looked me in the face, and accepted me.
I am immortal, ever-lasting, an innevitable occurance for everyone and everything. But he made me feel like a small child.
That night, he finally succumbed to me, at the hands of the mortal, Riddle.
He was given a choice.
He chose not to return.
He chose instead to embrace me, to leave behind all he had suffered through and worked for.
That night, Harry Potter died.
And I wept.