No answer

[lostinyourtouch77]

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling and publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros.Inc. No copyright infringement is intended or to be infered.

 

 

His hands started to tremble, his body shaking from the shock. His breath was ragged as he tried to gasp for air. His usually messy, black hair was covered in dirt and dried blood, not to mention the scratches all over his body but, there he sat.

 

He was gone...Voldemort was finally gone for good, no longer a threat to anyone. But at what price was his death? The loss of his friends, his parents, godfather, headmaster, everyone close to him.

 

Warm tears finally broke out and coursed down his worn, battered face. He placed one of the tears on his finger, tilting his head as he examined it. No longer a threat.... The words coursed through his mind. But the screams, the shouts of pain, the cries for mercy rang throughout his mind like a bell.

 

Before long he was on the ground, sobbing, clutching the bits of grass with his hands. Voldemort had been killed, but at what price? And as his face rubbed against the rough grass blades, and dirt he finally came to a conclusion to the question.

 

Harry had killed Voldemort, and the price had been his loved ones, but the world was safe once more, and now...now he was all alone.... to fight his demons alone......

 

And that was the answer to his question......that he would risk everything to defeat Voldemort.....and this is his curse.

[cosmic_llin]

Ooh, angsty!

I like your use of detail.

[lostinyourtouch77]

I'm glad you liked it!