"You're getting good at that," June said to Harry as he created a wind storm around him, "how about we have a break?" They stood outside. It was a quiet evening.
"Sounds good," said Harry.
They walked into the house. Harry went to the kitchen to get a snack, and June went to the living room.
As Harry was getting the pumpkin juice out of the refrigerator, he saw a rat run across the floor. Harry set the juice down and watched the rat. It suddenly stopped and turned into a man.
"Harry, I'm so glad I got here in time," Peter said.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked angrily.
"You-Know-Who is coming! You got to get out of here!" exclaimed Peter.
"Why should I listen to you?" Harry asked.
"You don't have any other option," said Peter, "He's found you!"
"No one can find this island," said Harry.
"I did," pointed out Peter.
There was no more time to talk, because an explosion shook the house. Harry heard June scream.
"Where is he?" asked a cold voice from the other room.
"Who?" asked June.
"Don't play stupid with me," said Voldemort, "Crucio!"
June screamed in pain. Harry and Peter ran into the room. They saw June on the floor twitching in pain.
"Stop!" screamed Harry.
"Why should I?" said Voldemort, but let the curse end. "Avada Kadavra!" he shouted.
Harry dove as the green light barley missed him. Peter was not so lucky, however. He collapsed on the ground. Thinking quickly, Harry grabbed Peter's wand. He could not fight the Dark Lord without one, but he doubted if he could do it even with this wand.
Peter's wand was weak. Every spell Harry fired Voldemort quickly avoided. "Crucio!" Voldemort screamed again. The curse hit Harry. Everything went black. All he could think about was the pain. He twitched trying to make the pain stop, but it didn't work.
"Focus," Harry thought, "I've got to defeat him, no one else can." Suddenly everything came back into focus. The pain vanished.
Voldemort was angry. He hit Harry with a curse that sent him flying back against the wall. He felt his arm snap. The pain was almost unbearable, but he got up and tried again.
"I may as well just give up," thought Harry after an hour of this. None of his spell had had an affect on Voldemort, but every one of Voldemort's curses had hit Harry. He was bleeding badly and could barely stand.
"Avada Kadavra," hissed Voldemort.
Without thinking Harry started moving his hand in a circular motion. Before the light reached him, there was a tornado around him. The spell hit it, and the tornado glowed green. Voldemort tried again, but the tornado just glowed a brighter green. After a third try, the tornado stopped. The Killing Curses were sent everywhere in the room bouncing of the walls and floor. June ducked to avoid one, but Harry and Voldemort were both hit with a Killing Curse. Pain seared in Harry's head and everything went white.
Break
Harry watched as a lady with long dark hair talked to a man. Other than the lady, the man, and Voldemort, all Harry could see was white mist, a black door and a golden door.
"I don't know what to do with you," said Death.
The man in front of her looked at his feet.
"Peter, you've betrayed your friends, which means you should go that way," she said pointing at the black door. "But recently you've tried to correct your mistakes," she added, "I think I'll give you the same punishment as the last illegal animangi. You will be sent back to earth in your animal form. You have to prove that you truly have changed." Peter turned into a rat and then vanished.
"You next," she said pointing to Voldemort. "You go through that door," she said pointing at the black door. Voldemort scowled at her, but went to the door. As he opened it, Harry saw fire and heard screaming from behind it. As the door closed it vanished.
The lady turned to Harry. "You're not suppose to be here," she said bluntly.
"What?" he asked.
"Only one of you was suppose to die," she said, "And that was Tom. Well, I'll let you decide where you want to go. You can either go back to earth and continue your life, or you can go to heaven." She pointed at the golden door.
"I want to go there," Harry said pointing to the door.
"Are you sure," she said.
"Yes," said Harry.
"Very well," said Death.
Harry started to go towards the door.
"Wait," she said, before he opened the door, "Do you want me to tell your parents anything. They asked me to write them a note if I found you."
"No," said Harry, "I can tell them when I see them."
He turned to open the door, but stopped again. When he turned around, he noticed that Death had created a chair and table out of the mist. She was writing on a piece of paper. When she was done, she folded it and threw it into the mist.
"Why would I want you to tell them anything?" Harry asked, "When I'm going to see them in just a little bit."
"No you won't," said Death.
"What?" asked Harry.
"They're back on earth," said Death as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, "and if you hadn't been so stuck against not believing, you would have been able to get to know them better."
"You mean those animals really were them?" asked Harry.
"Of course," said Death, "but you knew that, didn't you?"
"It was too good to believe," said Harry, "I didn't want to be let down again. It was impossible."
"Now will you let yourself believe?" she asked.
"Yes," said Harry, "Is it too late to change my mind."
"Not at all," said Death.
The mist died around him. His pain suddenly came back to him. His head felt like it was going to explode.
"Harry," he heard a man say, but the pain was to terrible to register who it was. "Harry," the man repeated. The man pulled Harry into a hug and then lifted him off the ground.
Author's note: Harry did know about his parents, but he wouldn't let himself believe. Therefore, he does remember his parents being dead. Also Death can cast a spell like the one to change memories, because it isn't on one specific person. She casts it over the entire world.