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Title: Escape to Death

Rating: T (may increase later)

Warnings: character death

Harry Potter stood alone in the middle of the burnt out battlefield wondering what he was going to do now. He was alone because in the heat if the battle he had been drawn deep within the Death Eater lines so that Voldemort only had to deal with him, it showed how afraid he was of Harry. Fear didn't stop Harry though, in the end all it had taken to destroy Voldemort was a powerful and well timed Killing Curse. It was so powerful in fact that it left Harry where he was standing now, alone amongst a pile of bodies. The good thing for Harry's conscience though was that they were not all dead. The magical backlash created by his powerful spell had stunned everyone in the vicinity. There were also little fires burning all over the place on which he had cast a spell to contain them so they didn't spread to the people. These fires were the spells that had been in midair as the backlash had swept through the field. It would take a long time before the grounds and wards of Hogwarts would recover from this, but they would eventually. Albus Dumbledore had survived and the rebuilding would fall to him and he would no doubt do a marvellous job as usual.

Harry ignoring his injuries walked over to where the light side had fallen. He walked amongst them, identifying, thinking. These were the people who had been the bars on his prison in the Wizarding world and yet at the same time most of them were people who had made the captivity easier. There were Ron and Hermione, loyal to the end. Next to them was Cornelius Fudge who had denied Voldemort's existence until seconds before his curse had killed him. Rufeous Scrimgeour, the Minister of magic who had too much courage to stand at the back of the battle and who had died instead of surviving to stand the Wizarding world back on its feet again. The Weasley family of whom only six children remained. Arthur had killed his own child when Percy proved to be a Death Eater, to stop him from killing anyone besides his mother for whom he was too late to save. Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy lay next to Dumbledore, spies all the way through. Here Harry knelt and removed their Dark Marks something only a parselmouth could do, hopefully now they would be able to step out of their own prisons.

It was hard to tell who was alive and who was dead in the majority of cases.

Harry hated this. Although the outcome was good and the light had won, he couldn't forget that at the age of seventeen, before he had even received his NEWT scores he had become a murderer. Sure many people had judged Voldemort and found him deserving of death, all Harry had wished for was that he hadn't had to be the executioner. Everyone had pinned their hopes on him and yeas the day before his graduation he had come through for them but now Harry was beginning to think that it was time for him to find the hope that had been so lacking in his own life.

Dumbledore who he had come to think of as a grandfather had said to him once 'it is our choices that define us' and Harry was preparing to make the biggest choice of his life.

He was ready.

It was time for Harry Potter to die.

A/N: At the moment this is just a one-shot after I have progressed further in my other stories I will start to update this one. I hope you all enjoy it and review if you want to.