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"He Watched"
Italics are flashbacks!
He watched as everyone he knew died in his own war.
"Ron, no!" He shouted as his best friend sacrificed his life for him. So that he could end the war.
He watched those few who survived sink into despair and suicide.
"Why, Hermione? I thought that you were to strong for this!" He cried as he found his only remaining link to the past dead by her own hand.
He watched as his body slowly grew frailer until it could no longer last, and he died too.
He was an old man now, older than Dumbledore, even. He laughed, "Well I suppose that Dumbledore's life was cut short so we will never know who would grow to be older."
He met the old Death and became Death himself.
"I suppose that you've come for me now?" He asked the apparition. "Do you want to die?" Death asked, almost sadly, he mused. "Not particularly. Why?" "I am tired, would you be as so kind to take an old apparition's place?"
He watched as magic left the world, leaving him alone, the last wizard.
There were no students in Hogwarts, the last teacher had just died. That teacher had been the only person with magic left. "I suppose that Tom would be very disturbed if I told him that magic would die out and leave only muggles..." he mused, saddened by the final beat of the heart of magic.
He watched as human kind waged war more and more.
"More pointless death, more work for me with no meaning," he sighed as he collected the souls that had been sacrificed in the last battle.
He watched as people left the planet on which they were born to live in the sky.
The last time he had been called was not to anywhere on Earth, he would have known, he had been everywhere by now. He had asked the man that he was ferrying to the next life where they where. "On the colonies, of course!" was the reply of the old man who had lived his life to the fullest. "We always dreamed about living in space, and now we've actually done it!" He supposed that Hermione would have been fascinated by the technology that went into building the colonies, but he could only see the war that that technology would bring.
He watched as war was revolutionized with new machines.
He was relieved, actually, when he saw the latest battle sight. There were only a few souls that needed to be taken. Thanks to the mobile suits, few died in each battle.
He could watch no more as countless souls died and he collected them to go on to their rest.
He nearly fainted when he saw the destruction of the colony, an ENTIRE colony had been wiped out. He knew then that he would quit, and soon. It had been over a thousand years since he first accepted Death's offer, and now it was his turn to pass it on.
He chose the one to replace him carefully and when it was his time, he made his offer.
The boy had been killed in a car accident, but his death did not represent his life. Indeed, the boy had fought just as hard as he had in his war.
He smiled as the other chose to extend the lives of his dearest friends. He was lucky, they were still alive that he could.
"Good job, Duo Maxwell. As my only living descendant, I hope that you and your fellow pilots will be able to last longer than I did." And Harry Potter, the-boy-who-lived, Death incarnate, finally passed on to be with his loved ones.
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