'SACRIFICE FOR LOVE'


The darkness blinds me from seeing anything.

I can feel the grass underneath my feet and the cold wind sends shivers down my spine.

It's late at night and I'm scared. More scared than I have ever been before. How am I meant to explain my feelings to someone if I can't even explain them to myself.

But all of a sudden, there she is.

I can see the outline of her dark figure and I know it's her. I just know it.

As I reach her, my mind races through every important moment of my life. I can see everything from the time Voldemort first attempted to kill me, to the next and to the next. Then I see her. Our first kiss. The first time she gave herself to me. The first time I told her I loved her. But then I see him again. Voldemort. And his steady rise to the top again.

I stand as close to her as I can and her body heat warms me up. I won't admit I'm scared because I know it's for the best.

"Did you bring it?" she whispers, her warm breath tickling my ear.

I give a firm nod. This is it.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

I nod again. I picture my family in my mind, I picture her in my mind and I picture everyone I've lost and everyone I've loved.

"This is for love," I say quietly, not being able to hold back the shakiness of my voice.

"For love," she replies, equally as shaky.

I hold up my wand towards her heart. She does the same to me.

At the same time, in the same tone we speak.

"Avada Kedavra."

And I'm gone. I know I'm dead but I still feel alive. I know I can't speak to her but I know she's there. And this was for the best. This was for love.



Author's Note: I pictured Harry with Hermione when I wrote this but if you prefer, you can picture someone else. If you didn't get it, it is set after Voldemort's rise back to the top.