AN. I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER! JKR DOES.
Prologue:
Bushy brown hair, falling around his face, tickling His neck as he held her in the tent.
That's all he can seem to think of... even here at the very end. He saw Voldemort, his head cocked to the side, sizing him up like a new toy or a bad haircut... hair... bushy brown hair.
"Harry Potter... The boy who lived"
He's contemplating what to do, Harry noticed vaguely... Why was it all so vague? why did he feel that her brilliant smile when he complemented her for the first time was more real than his impending death?.. Brilliant smile with her cute buck teeth and dimples. "God, I'm in love with her! I love her so much!"
Voldemort was raising his wand now... preparing himself... for whatever that came next... after Harry died.
Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath. She haunted him, even here at the end. Her voice springing to life as he exhaled "Me? Books and cleverness. There are more important things: friendship and bravery. And Harry, just be careful." Her trembling lips offering a small comforting smile. "I love you Hermione! And I'm so sorry."
"Avada Kedavra"
His eyes snapped open as He heard the first half of the incantation, then for a split second time froze. He and Voldemort stood there at the center of the clearing, Voldemort's wand was pointed at harry, a ray of green light bathing both of them in an emerald light. In that split second he saw himself in Voldemort. What he could, should and would be. Their lives were practically identical, only he had loved and lost. but Voldemort had not loved at all, never felt the beast roaring to life deep in his heart. He felt truly sorry for him then... divine humor, pity the man who just killed you! A smile forming Harry broke the moment and stepped forth to meet the ray of green light
The curse hit him square on his heart and Harry spun backwards at the force of it, landing spread-eagled on the mossy forest earth with an almighty thud. A content smile had curled itself on his handsome features and his eyes were staring happily at the stars that dotted the sky above, only the light had left his green eyes leaving them empty and vacant.
Harry Potter was dead.