Disclaimer: Harry and all others are not mine. All belongs to JKR
The Death of Harry Potter
Harry Potter lay on the bed in the Auror barracks. He was relaxed, completely relaxed. The Word would not harm him here, not now, not anymore.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He had had been living with Ginny Weasley for almost seven years, before that they had been dating all throughout his seventh year.
She is his reason to live, to fight.
The war had been a game, running from one no win situation to the next, for both parties. Voldemort had tried to best him in his last year at Hogwarts. It had been a quick and dirty fight to the point when Voldemort withdrew. After that they had never been able to pin him again.
Harry and Voldemort both knew who would win if they ever met again. Voldemort avoided this confrontation. Instead he tried to maim and kill muggles ad muggleborns, half bloods and the occasional light pureblood family.
But three months ago the fate of the light side changed.
You see Harry's weapon, his strength was love. Dumbledore knew it, Harry knew it, his friends and allies knew it. Voldemort had tried to undo it, tried to kill it. He had captured friends, family and allies to lure Harry in traps, to torture him, to force him to give up. Harry had always prevailed.
But three months ago the fate of the light side changed.
You see Harry had come home. He had planed a talk with Ginny about their future, the talk about marriage and family. He had had a ring in his pocked.
The things he remembers about this evening are just a few words.
"I am sorry Harry, but I don't love you that way anymore."
"Please, I care and I want to be your friend."
He had been in the barracks ever since. He did not fight; there was no need and no reason to.
Harry Potter lay on the bed in the Auror barracks. He was relaxed, completely relaxed. The Word would not harm him here, not now, not anymore.
He opened his eyes. "Ginny."
He never took a breath again.