After forty years of caring, Harry was dying. He had realized his purpose was done, Voldemort was truly gone, the rebuilding of the wizarding world long complete.
Peace, sweet peace, has carried the wizarding world for the longest time, most people don't remember the darkness or pretend it didn't happen. No matter,
Harry thought, I have lived a good life, had some wonderful friends, but they don't need me anymore. It's time to go home and meet my parents, Sirus, Remus, Albus,
Severus, Fred, Moody and all who have gone before and paid the ultimate price. Closing his eyes for the last time (or so he thought) Harry drifted into death's sweet
arms, unafraid and ready to go home. The master of death walked into the embrace of death welcoming the sheer bliss of not having life's burdens on him anymore.
The funeral was a diginifed affair, wizarding leaders from across the globe were there to pay tribute to the fallen hero. Ron and Hermione, his best friends, delievered
moving tributes to the boy who conquered. His coffin draped in Gryffindor colors was set into a grave next to his parents in Godric Hollow.
After three hours of tears, laughter, and memories shared, the public departed, leaving Ron and Hermione alone by the grave.
" I can't believe he is gone" Hermione said.
"Me either, I always thought since he was the master of death, he would never die" Ron replied.
" No, Ron, he just grew tired of life, he was ready to move on" Hermione wiping away the tears that constantly flowed down.
" Well, least he left us everything, I finally have the chance to get a firebolt now!" Ron exclaimed
" RON, you PRAT" Hermione yelled " How can you be so cold?"
" Hermione! Hes gone, he'd want us to be happy!"
Hermione walked away, utterly disgusted by Ron's attiude. Ron followed apparently lost deep in thought.
On Harry's Tombstone, a moving tribute was left
Harry James Potter
Born July 31, Died July 22
A fierce friend, loyal, loving, a rock in a time of darkness. When all lights went out,
He stood against the darkness, alone, battered, Cold, Tortured, Yet not Beaten,
Green Eyes Blazing, His Spirt was as Fire, Unquenchable, He lived for us,
Betrayed by us, He overcame our Hate, to vaniquish our Enemy,
Harry Potter, Legand, Friend, Fierce Leader, May we never forget your sacrifice!
Your always in our hearts Harry!
"Are you sure?" asked the disguised man.
" Yeah, the ministry has no clue about the death wand, Harry hid it from them" replied Dean Thomas
"Excellent", replied the cloaked figure, " Finally, the time for conquering these wizards has come" His eyes flared yellow in the darkness.
He draw a weapon the omited a strange red beam, and cut Dean in half... " I have lived in the shadow of him for far to long" whispered the cloaked man.
Lord Sidious would be pleased, the plan was coming together. Soon, he would rule everyone who thought he was just a sidekick. A shock of red hair,
pushed out of his cloaked hood, He would teach these wizards fear!