A/N: This just kind of came to me after reading Stolen Kiss by Syringe. So, thank you for the inspiration there: bows : And now, to the story!
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Finally I can see your face and I know that you only want to take away my pain. I feel tears of happiness and gratitude begin to fall from my eyes and carve their way through the grime on my cheeks.
You rest your hands lightly on my shoulders and I shudder at the touch, but do not pull away. You start to lean toward me and I find the look you're giving me seductive, but I do not lean toward you.
For I know that you taking my pain will bring pain to others, yet I do not care. My pain is greater than theirs will ever be.
Your face is an inch from mine and I smile in joy. "Thank you," I whisper, though I know you don't care how I feel about this. Finally, your lips touch mine and I know no more.
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Harry fell to the ground, his body a limp, lifeless shell. Yet, if you looked closely, you could see a smile on his face.
None of the other bodies around him mourned his loss for they all knew the bliss of death that he now knew.
But many miles away, someone did weep. Sibyll Trelawney sat in her classroom and she watched in horror with her Inner Eye as the Dementor that had delivered the fatal kiss swept away, leaving the dead bodies around it in peace.
Abruptly the vision ended and Sibyll found herself facing a classroom filled with very confused-looking third years.
For one of the few times in her life, Sibyll lost her composure and dropped her misty voice. "Alas," she announced to the class at large. "Harry Potter has fallen. The greatest hero of our time is no more."
Then she broke down. Thunder clapped and rain began to pour down upon the grounds.
And it seemed like all the world wept for the loss of Harry Potter.
A/N: Well, what'd you think? Please review and let me know!