Till Death Do We Part
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, and I do not really want to.
Summary: The death of a very powerful, very terrible wizard is of an unexpected nature.
Chapter 1
Two wizards faced each other, wands aimed with expertise. One smiled a crooked, twisted smile, the other breathed heavily, occasionally wiping blood off his young, smooth face. The man took a slow, shuttering breath, and exhaled, tears welling in his eyes.
"If I give up," he whispered. "Will you stop this?"
"Never. Not until you are dead. You are a menace to the Wizarding World, and I will not stop until you are gone forever," the other man said.
As one man dropped to his knees, shaking in pain, the other laughed, head back, and shoulders heaving. A menacing laugh, filled with greed and evil, piercing the air like a knife. "I will kill you, and the World will fall on bended knee, to beg and grovel and praise," yelled the man whose laugh pierces the world. "Because I have killed the great Harry Potter."
Harry was blinking more and more slowly for every passing minute, closing his eyes for three, four, then five seconds. In Harry's final moments of life, he remembered the happiest day of his life. The day he and Ginny had gotten married.
'Do you, Harry Potter, take this woman, Ginerva Weasley, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, till death do you part?' the minister's voice had flooded the chapel, washing over everyone. Harry remembered seeing Ron, his best man, smiling widely, finally loosening his protective grip on Ginny. 'I do,' Harry had replied, happy to finally say the two small words.
The minister had said nearly the same words to Ginny, then, 'You may now kiss the bride.' Harry had embraced Ginny, holding her close to him, and kissed her dramatically, then looked up to see Ron's smile, barely faltering, as he came forward to congratulate the new couple.
Harry was jerked rudely back to slowly fading reality by another laugh that erupted from Voldermort's mouth. Harry dropped to the ground, breathing slowly, as light and vision melted away. Suddenly, a last, painful thought clawed at Harry's mind. 'What about Ginny?' Then, he was gone.