A/N: A drabble written for HP100 on livejournal. The topic for the challenge was 'The End.' This is what I came up with! Please R&R!

Harry felt a sense of grim satisfaction as he turned from the body that was once Lord Voldemort. He had done what he had set out to do. He had killed his foe.

But there was a price.

Harry fell to his knees and looked up to the sky. He felt blood trickling from many wounds on his body, but mostly from the gaping hole in his chest. He didn't even feel the pain anymore. It didn't matter. He was leaving it all behind.

"I'm coming," he whispered to the sky.

Then he laid down and felt Death take him.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think!