Death

Author: Erin – J.E.A.R.K.Potter

Rating: PG

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A/N: Kind of random. Just of the top of my head. It is what is on Harry's mind in the middle of the summer after fifth year.

I am no stranger to death.

Death and I have all but shaken hand. So close it is to me but yet so far in the distance. Some days I think the anger of death lives with me, toying with me.

The angel that does not really seem to be an angel will grasp me in its cold, harsh hands for but a moment then it will move to another. Sirius was a victim of this treachery. Death and its by-products, the sorrow, the pain, and the denial surround me. I myself have gone through all these stages and more.

Death is all around me. My best friend's father almost surrendered to it. All my parental figures have died. My own worst enemy fears it. I, however, do not.

Death would be a release I so wish for. It was not a crazy rambling of my mind possessed that made me want to leave the world of the living. The pain was intense but it was more that my family, Sirius and my parents who I barely knew, were dead and if I died we would have a glorious reunion.

The reunion never came. I did not see the pearly white gates or the long tunnel with the light at the end that people talked about. No, I saw Albus Dumbledore. The man Voldemort was urging to kill me. My savior. To bad I didn't want to be saved.

Dumbledore. Does he hold all the answers of the universe in his usually twinkling blue eyes? It was in him that the answers of my destiny were placed, the prophecy, my destiny, to kill of to be killed.

I doubt that I can kill Voldemort. There is no glimmer of hope in my heart. Soon I will meet my death. Finally death and I will shake hands.

Already, though, I am no stranger to death.

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