A/N: I do not own Harry Potter.
This chapter mentions character deathish.
Harry opened his eyes slowly. The whole world around him seemed to fade away to one figure.
"Harry, my boy." Harry knew the voice, knew he hadn't heard it in so long.
"I'm dead?"
"No, not yet. Dumbledore was supposed to explain things to you, we made a mistake trusting him. No, you're not dead. Part of you, the part of you that connected you and Him is dead, yes. You have choice, son. You don't have to go back." Harry blinked watching his father. They looked so much alike, the same mannerisms.
"What happens if I don't?"
"The war continues, but you will be at peace." Harry nodded slowly.
"And if I go back? Won't the war continue either way?"
"Yes, and no, it will end faster with you there. If you choose to return it'll end tonight, once the last horcrux is destroyed."
"The snake."
"Yes. I'm proud of you Harry, so is your mother, she couldn't be here to greet you. Only one person is allowed in the twilight. Time is about out, son. You need to make your choice. No matter what you choose, it is your choice and your mother and I will be proud."
"I need to go back, dad. I need to finish this, once and for all."
"Good luck Harry."
Darkness filled Harry's vision. He opened his eyes again.
"He's dead My Lord," Narcissa's voice was saying.
