He walked down the corridor, his wand clenched in his hand.

He was crying, and he hated it.

He locked himself in the bathroom and he stood in front of the mirror.

Fleamont Potter rubbed his eyes, and he picked up his wand.

"Who's in there?"

"I'll be out in a minute!" Monty shouted.

It has to be Dad

"Alright then, I'll wait."

Monty pointed his wand at his neck, filling his mind with beautiful thoughts and memories.

"AVADA KEDRAVA!"

A blinding flash of green light...

And then Fleamont Harry Potter knew no more.


Henry stood outside the door, waiting for Monty to exit the bathroom.

"AVADA KEDRAVA!"

Henry stood frozen in shock, and his heart missed several beats.

"Monty! MONTY!"

Henry started to see signs of him having a severe panic attack and he banged hard on the door.

"Monty! Monty! MONTY! Open the door!"

Still nothing.

Henry went into panic mode.

Henry took out his own wand and took a deep breath.

"BOMBARDA!"

The door blew open and Henry ran in.

Monty was laying on the floor, limp and cold as Henry kneeled beside him and checked his pulse.

Nothing.

"Wake up, Monty, wake up!" Henry said, panicking like mad.

Henry gently did CPR on Monty, knowing it could possibly save his life. He pressed on his chest and listened for one breath.

Henry waited a few seconds, wanting to see if Monty would take a gulp of air.

Nothing.

Henry made sure he was alone, then he put up some privacy charms, and then he gave Monty the kiss of life.

Nothing still.

Henry started to sob as he clutched his son's limp body close to his chest, and he cried as Monty didn't stir.

Henry knew his youngest son was dead.


"He's dead." Henry said with any emotion in his voice.

Everyone just stared, and then everyone broke down into tears.

Fleamont Potter was dead.

Gone from their lives.


He'd never celebrate his seventeenth birthday.

He'd never have a girlfriend.

He'd never have a first kiss.

He'd never get married.

He'd never breath again.

Fleamont Potter was laid to rest beside his grandparents.

Henry knew his son was at peace now, though it didn't stop the grief.

And as Henry exited the graveyard, he could have sworn he saw Monty, hovering over his own gravestone but Henry blinked and then he was gone from his life.