Hello Everyone! SeekerForLife decided to take on this challenge. I encourage you to go to her review and click the link to her profile to read it. Anyways I am going to write a buch of nonsense after this so it isn't a plain AN.
Harry was walking down the path towards the cemetary to visit the graves of his two best friends, Ron and Hermione Weasley. They died exactly fifteen years ago to the day. They had been one hundred and three, and had past away in their sleep one night. Harry had been devastated, they were the only people he considered family left. Harry had held a private funeral for them and had buried them next to the rest of the family.
Harry conjured a shovel and began to dig a hole when he got down to the cemetary. When Harry finished digging the hole he conjured a gravestone and engraved it with his name and date of birth he also engraved the current date for his date of death. After placing the gravemarker in the perfect spot Harry took a shrunken mahogany casket out of his coat pocket and lowered it into the ground with it's lid open. Then Harry set a timed spell onto the dirt that was piled to the side of the hole, the spell would after two minutes cover the hole with the dirt. Harry looked everything over and nodded to himself before he lowered himself into the casket and closed the lid. Harry took a deep breath, a breath that he knew would be his last and uttered two words.
"Avada Kedavra."