He quietly stood looking over the body of the man who has haunted his whole life. The forest stood unnaturally still and quiet. His eyes looked at the trees that surrounded the clearing but his mind was far away. He was thinking of the future. What he could do in the future. He could finally look forward for maybe the first time in his life without fearing what would happen. He could join the Aurors with Ron and finally see the world outside of gloomy England. His mind was so enraptured by his thoughts that he did not hear the sound of quiet footsteps in the clearing. He held out the elder wand ready to break it when he heard a sound.
He had turned around before something pierced him. Something cold seep from his stomach. He looked down and saw a sword was sticking out of his stomach. He fell to his knees. Looking up he saw a familiar person in front of him. A dead person. He saw him and did not want to believe it. He was dead, he had seen him die right before his eyes. His mouth manages to croak out on its own something resembling "You are dead." The white beard moved, he was smiling.
"Ah but you see my dear boy, Death is merely the next great adventure. Surely you know that." he could not believe it. He did not want to. He shook his head. Dumbledore was dead. That was an impostor. Something must have entered his eyes as the impostor responded.
"Yes, Dumbledore is dead. I made sure of it 65 years ago." Dumbledore was dead so long ago?
The impostor who was now standing in the middle of his vision started changing right before his eyes. He turned into what looked like Nicolas flamel, then he changed again to another person and another before finishing on a face he had only seen in one place before. The chamber of secrets, more specifically the statues of the chamber. The man, Salazar Slytherin his mind whispered, spoke.
"Yes boy, I the great Salazar Slytherin. Your dear headmaster put up a valiant fight even after he took down Grindelwald. He was most amusing when I showed him who I truly was. Now it's your turn boy to become my vessel. With your death I shall for all purposes become you. I have a most handy ritual that is much more effective that preposterous polyjuice potion. But you most certainly have been hard to kill, fighting even now against the poison even knowing that your death will become my future."
His mind whispered, it could not be possible. His mind rebelled against the very idea, he had finally killed the man who had plagued his whole life. A small part of him wondered why he allowed him to kill Voldemort. But in the end his body and magic had no strength to continue fighting the poison in his blood and collapsed. He heard taunting laughter as his vision swam. He finally blacked out, laughter still ringing in his ear. So died Harry Potter, a man who could never enjoy his life. With him died his dreams, hopes, and aspirations.
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