Fair warning: This is super short.

I've borrowed some names/characters from the books (or the wiki rather) but I won't be including some elements such as wand-using fairies, Mother Dove, the Lost Boys and Indians. A few lines have been borrowed from Harry Potter Book 7.

"We are part of you" ~ The Dead, to Harry Potter. (Bk7)

Hallows

A green spell slammed into a waiting teen, throwing him into the tree behind him with such force that it shook loose a shower of old growth.

Harry Potter hit the ground.

High above, a winter-withered winged seed spun and tumbled downward.

"You are the true master of death,

Because the true master does not seek to run away from Death.

He accepts that he must die,

And understands that there are far, far worse things in the living world

Than dying."

"I've got to go back, haven't I?"

"That is up to you.

Do not pity the dead, Harry.

Pity the living.

By returning, you may ensure that fewer souls are maimed."

"The boy… is he dead?" Demanded Voldemort, getting to his feet. "You!" A bang, a shriek. "Go check on him!"

Narcissa Malfoy knelt by the boy, rolled him over and peeled back an eyelid. She saw his pupil contract and released it to slip her hand beneath his shirt, over his heart.

Withered leaves and seeds spiraled gently to the ground around them, one flipping and tumbling down directly over the boy. It brushed his lips just she felt the heartbeat under her hand, cease, and a final breath flipped the seed to the side. As if magic itself was marking the boy's passing a sudden stiff wind caught it and all the leaves around it, shooting them high into the sky.

"He's dead, My Lord." The woman on the ground shakily reported, but the cheers that followed were unimportant.

The surrounding, silent centaurs, bearing witness to an event they had seen coming for generations, lifted their eyes in salutation before fading away into the depths of the forest to wait out the war.

An end was a beginning, always. The Master of Death had died, was born.

The events that followed, the fear and anger and defiance, the protection of the many at the cost of one brave teen and the victory that came from everyone finally standing for themselves, their loved ones and Harry Potter…

That was another story.

This one is about one very special, very lonely last breath of life, carried on the wind to Neverland.

Hallows

Part 2 going up immediately.