"Avada Kadavra!" Harry would end this once and for all. He was sick of the terror, of the knowledge that he had to save everyone, that the dark lord would kill him, or he would kill the dark lord. In the long run, he was just saving him a lot of work, doing this here and now. He had stopped caring, the lines between dark and light had blurred, to many people were killed, to many went dark. Ron, murdered, Hermione, suicide, Ginny, she was now the dark lords mistress, the new Beletrix Lastrange. Harry would end it all, here and now, it had been the loss of his three best friends that had driven him to this length, to learn the darkest of spells. He sighed, peace at last. A gentle thump as a body hit the ground. The war was, for the most part, over. It had not ended on a battle field as expected, or at the ministry, or some far away lair. Harry hadn't gotten that fancy, but he had made a statement. Harry Potters body was founding the small play park of Private drive, the killing curse, his own wand had dealt the fatal blow.