Title: The Wall With The Door
Pairings: HG/RW
Rating: PG
Warnings: Character Death
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns all the original Harry Potter characters and settings. Everything not owned by her is mine.
Summary: It had always been there.
Key: "…" - Talking; '…' - Thinking

Hermione once told me of this wall. It really is as ugly as she described it. No posters, paint or anything of the likes are found upon it's ugly red bricks. It's horrible. The door is as simply as she'd once described it. It's amusing to see how she's gotten the details down. Maybe I should've listened more carefully. She once mentioned seeing someone who looked like me walk through the door, followed closely by a red haired woman. Now I know for sure. They were my parents.

My name is Harry Potter. And about 20 minutes ago, I died. I entirely blame my death on Moaning Myrtle. I'd been sitting there, in the window, contemplating everything that's happened in my life, when she scared me. It may have only been the third floor, but it was still a long way down. I remember the abrupt stop, then standing before this door.

Would they be there? My parents, Sirius, Remus, Hermione, Ron? Maybe even Dumbledore. I am the last of the Order to die. The other's had been picked off one by one when Lucius Malfoy tried to take over the world. Well, tried. Key word there. He died a horrible death when his son got his hands on him. Draco killed himself days afterwards, unable to live with the fact he'd killed his own father, even if there was no other choice in the matter.

Taking a deep breath, I open the door. The sight the greets me is amazing. There are really no true words that can explain the magnificence of it. The ground beneath my feet was covered in thick green grass that seemed to massage my feet as I walked forward, the sky above was a crystal blue with small puffs of cloud floating through it. Before me was my friends, my family, my happiness and my eternity. With a small smile I stepped forward, and they rushed to meet me.

For the first time I could remember I was hugging my mother. Her hair was just as soft as I imagined it to be, she smelled of apples and roses, and she held me in the death grip. Moments after, I was hugging my father. Then my godfather, former professors, friends and surrogate family members. The happiness I felt just kept growing. All I could do was laugh and smile. Tears of joy leaked from my eyes.

With a final grin I turned around, and closed the door.

FINI!