Shock. That was the only thing that was going through his mind, the shock of the spell coming towards him, the shock of everything close to ending, the shock losing the ones he loved, the shock of who sent the spell. He'd never been afraid of death. What was there to be afraid of? He'd often wished for it to come and take while he spent those lonely nights in Azkaban, but now he didn't want to die. Not when he was finally free, free of Azkaban, free of his old home, free of his ghosts if only for a short time.
There were five people he wanted to see. Just five, faces that he'd not seen in such a long time he'd have forgotten them if they weren't engraved in his mind. Each face brought with it emotions he'd long since forgotten about. The heart ache of seeing her lying dead, unmoving on a cold blood stained floor. The happiness of watching Prongs and Lils get married. The pain of walking away from him, knowing what would happen. The piercing eyes of the one girl he loved looking up at him blank, dead.
It was all going to be over in a matter of seconds. Everything he'd ever done, all the things he'd lost in a god dammed war he wouldn't get to see the end of. He felt cheated, how was it fair he'd spent 12 years locked up for a crime he'd not done, to be killed by his mad cousin? He felt like life was laughing in his face. An image of Remus and Harry came to him and his heart dropped. They needed him, how could he leave them? He was all they had left.
"It's time to let go." The voice sounded so real, but how could it be real when he'd not heard her voice in nearly 13 years? He tried to form her name, but his lips wouldn't move. "We're waiting for you." She sounded distant now, but it was enough to make a small stay on his face as the spell hit and he fell backwards into the void behind him. His last smile on his face, his friends faces hovering behind his closed eyes and the voice of Marly in his ears and he was gone from the world. Sucked into the unknowing void behind him into death. Peaceful once again.