Avada Kedavra

The killing curse. A flash of green. The ultimate defeat.

Bu why did this happen? How he could he prevent it?

Tom Riddle didn't know.

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Space. Oblivion. The unknown.

He wanted to know what happened when one died.

But Tom Riddle didn't know.

And he hated what he didn't know.

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Death. He had seen it before.

His mother had been taken away by the horrible creature. He himself had killed his filthy muggle family.

But what would happen when he died? He wouldn't die, would he?

Tom Riddle didn't know, and that scared him.

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Horcruxes were dark magic, it was illegal and evil.

But he was used to that.

The evil containers of magic could make him immortal. Would it work?

Tom Riddle wasn't sure and he hated not being sure.

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Pain. Blinding, horrible pain. The killing curse fired back at him.

By love. What use was love? It was nothing.

But it had protected the boy. Could it protect him as well?

Tom Riddle knew it couldn't.

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Different bodies. Different forms. Dying and being reborn again.

Abandoning each body to find another one. A safer one. Again and again.

Were his Horcruxes safe?

Tom Riddle didn't think so anymore.

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The final battle. He had waited so long for this.

Now he could finally defeat the foolish boy who called love his weapon.

"Tom, try for some remorse!" But how could he?

Tom Riddle knew he wouldn't find out.

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His Horcruxes had been destroyed. His only way to gain immortality. Gone.

He knew he should be afraid. After all, death was his enemy.

Wasn't it.

As his own killing curse come back at him, Tom Riddle saw a glimpse of the truth he had always yearned for.

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Death was inevitable.

He had spent his whole life running, trying to escape. Only to be finally caught in it's merciless claws.

The spell for killing flew towards him and he let it hit him.

Tom Riddle finally had his answer.

Word Count: 338

This is my first poem! I was inspired to start writing poems for Harry Potter because of the 'My Poetic Heart' club on The Golden Snitch Forum where I am in the Barbegazi house at Beauxbatons.

The task I did was...'write an epic (narrative) poem about how Tom Riddle felt about death

I really enjoyed this and if I make any more Harry Potter poems (for fun or for this club), I will be sure to put them here.