Harry's Seventh Year
CHAPTER 1
Harry rested his head against the cool glass of the window in the Gryffindor common room. His scar hurt again. He couldn't understand it- last year, after the spectacular battle with Lord Voldemort, he had thought that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was finally vanquished, finally gone.
However, Harry wasn't completely clear about that night. Killing Voldemort seemed like the right thing to do- it was in the prophecy, after all, but he had felt so terrible about taking another life- even if it was a life from the most evil wizard of all time. Voldemort had killed many people- Harry wondered if he felt even the slightest twinge of guilt. No, you couldn't destroy so many people if it made you feel the way that I do know, after just killing one- one who deserved to die, after all.
Sometimes he wasn't even sure if Voldemort was dead. When he had uttered that vile unforgivable curse, he had seen the blinding green light hit the cruel wizard- the light that brought back a horrible memory. Voldemort had fallen to the ground as if in slow motion, one hand reaching out as if to grab the power he once had- and he rasped one last thing as he fell, one thing that Harry had told no one."I will be back. You cannot stop me- I am IMMORTAL!" What Voldemort had said had scared Harry so much that he dared not tell anyone- not only would he disappoint the entire wizard community, he would have to tell possibly the worst news anyone could hear.
Besides, what You-Know-Who had said was ridiculous. Being immortal was impossible! Wasn't it?
