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He screamed out as the burning pain inside him grew beyond the point of tolerance. It was like someone reaching inside him and pulling his guts out with their bare hands. He bit down his tongue to hold back his scream but that was in pain because the pain forced him to relinquish his hold on the blade and take a few staggering steps back. Harry's limp frame slid to the ground as well but his eyes were still open and he could practically see the life draining out from those emerald orbs. His gaze moved down to the thin cut adorning Harry's neck like a gory choker of blood.
His hands balled into fists as he struggled to fight the pain. Just a few moments more. The boy would be dead then, all his troubles would be gone. He should have done this, the first day he had arrived. He should have never let him live. The prophecy had mentioned him to be his downfall and he had ignored it. The boy had been nothing but trouble since the day he had arrived, but he had ignored the signs. He had allowed himself to grow attached. How could he have been such a fool?
A whimper escaped his lips and Harry blinked. There was nothing but sadness in his eyes and he resisted the absurd urge to heal him and comfort him. The boy was finally dying. He had to let him die. He had to let this end so that he could return to his hassle-free existence…so that order could be restored to the castle. The pain grew worse and he clutched himself. It was probably because of the fact that a piece of his soul was dying with the boy, but it was a price he was willing to pay just to be rid of him.
He saw silent tears streaming down his pale cheeks and he cursed as the impulse to wipe away those tears tore at his insides. It was worse than the pain, worse than the agony of his dying soul shard. Another cry escaped his lips as the pain forced him to curl into himself but still, he forced himself to hold Harry's gaze that had grown unfocused. It was nearly over. It perturbed him that even in his last moments, Harry didn't have a sliver in his eyes…there was only sorrow.
And then it happened. Harry's last breath left him in a shuddering gasp and he saw the exact moment the life disappeared from Harry's eyes and his gaze grew empty, dark, devoid of light. He was gone…finally gone… Harry had finally left the castle. Instantly the castle felt ten shades darker and ten degrees colder. The lingering pain still remained but he forced himself up on his knees. Harry's lifeless eyes stared back at him and crushed his insides with guilt…guilt…something he shouldn't be feeling…This was what he had wanted. He had done this for himself…for his peace of mind. Harry had brought his past back to life and now that he was gone, his past was gone too…Everything was as it should be…Everything was back to the way it had been before that boy had set foot in this castle.