EPILOGUE
Mr. Z shambled away from the fire, unaware of the fire that ate at his clothes. Zombies had a high tolerance to pain and other discomforts. They also had a unnatural awareness to the slightest noises and movement.
So he heard Harry when he coughed as he stood downwind from the fire. He moved loudly but the chaos of the rapidly approaching Aurors masked his stalk. The Aurors hadn't seen Harry yet. They were only concerned with those classified as a threat, and Harry already around to the back of the house and only armed with a small dagger, was no threat.
Mr. Z followed him and did not quicken from his slow shamble. Harry paused and turned back, his hand on the knob-
Mr. Z surged forward and reached forward with his skeletal hands. Harry pushed him back and moved away. His dagger was still in his hand, slick with blood and slightly dulled.
He held it out in front of him, but Mr. Z didn't heed the warning. It surged forward again and pushed Harry further back. Harry stood in the pond now.
Why can't I do it? Why can't I just kill him?
Harry bent his elbow sightly and placed his left hand on the handle of the dagger for more power. I have to do it. Mr. Z came out from under the awning and tripped on the small lip that surrounded the pond. Harry walked steadily over and delivered a swift kick to the head. Mr. Z managed to get up on its hands and knees and crawled forward. Swiping at him with one hand.
Harry backed up again and prepared to repeat the motion when he got hit in the side and fell. He watched the water stain red with his blood with wide eyes. He sat back up and pushed away Mr. Z. He dropped his dagger. It's hands were pulling at him. Attempting to get any piece of flesh into its black cavern of a mouth.
Another jet of light hit Mr. Z but it failed as it had before. There was a scrape of bone against metal and Mr. Z fell, a knife protruding from his neck. Spilling back, thick blood into the water. It mixed with Harry's creating an odd tye-dyed pattern.
Harry looked up at the Auror. It stared down at Harry with a grim expression on his face.
"I'm sorry to do this son-"
"Stop." Harry rasped. "Stop, I'm not a Death Eater."
The Auror shook his head. "Inferi are infectious."
"No." Harry repeated that word over and over. Crawling backwards in the cold water. "He's not- He's not infectious." But he could already hear the moans- But no! That was just his mind playing tricks on him! He saw before that Mr. Z wasn't infectious!
The Auror released the curse and he saw it coming toward him in slow motion, and then every thing seemed to melt away. Leaving only black.
Disclaimer: The other ending sucked. I fixed it. I do not own Harry Potter. The End.