A Family To Remember (Book 1)

3 - Agreement

Harry felt himself drifting away from his body. It was painless. It was... nice.

It wasn't an experience he'd like to repeat, however.

Although, it wasn't like he would be able to repeat it again, right?

It was practically impossible to live to lives.

(Then again, he didn't think that magic was real - no thanks to you, Uncle Vernon - and Hagrid had proved him wrong.)

He was happy that he could finally get away from his world, however.

Despite him having to leave his friends behind (what would Ron and Hermione do?), he was also pleased that he wouldn't have to fight any longer against Voldemort.

His fight was finally over.

Some people were just too cruel for words. He (as in Voldemort) didn't hesitate to split his soul through evil and proceed to murder all Muggles and Muggle-borns.

(And probably half-bloods too. Voldemort was a hypocrite if he had ever seen one.)

If Harry was being truly honest, he hadn't wanted to leave Ron and Hermione.

In actual fact, he had debated with himself before he entered the forest for several minutes, questioning whether he should do this.

He always had one point to argue back though.

(I'm a good fighter, I can help protect them - except if I don't die, then Voldemort can't either. But maybe I can help people with their spells, like the DA? But what's the point if Voldemort can't die?)

No matter what, no matter how he felt, he had to die or else Voldemort wouldn't. The decision was hard to make (especially when he thought of his friends) but he did make it.

He agreed with it.

He had almost burst into tears when he realised he had left Ginny behind (oh, how he'd miss her) but he somehow managed to hold it together and walk with his head held high toward Voldemort.

Hopefully he'd see them again one day.

Maybe it'd be like a reunion? The Potters, Weasleys, and Hermione - and wow, Harry just realised how much Hermione would've missed out on.

She probably missed out on the same things he did. And maybe - one day - she'd be able to experience them. Maybe, when the war is over, Ron will take her to see them.

Because Harry didn't want to see them yet, not for another few years. He didn't want them to die, to leave their families in pain - although Hermione's wouldn't be, would they?

(She had given up so much for this war, and for what? Were they going to win?)

No, he didn't want them to die. It would be horrible, to die.

The feeling was nice (just like falling to sleep, he remembered Sirius saying, and he choked up).

He didn't want them to feel it.

Anyway, he knew that people would miss Ron, Hermione and Ginny more than him. They had a family.

He had nothing. It was okay that he was gone. It was good. Voldemort could finally be taken down.

Harry continued to reassure himself - nobody was going to miss him, he didn't need to feel bad that he'd died - before he realised something that he probably should've noticed before.

The floor was freezing. He jumped up, startled, before he realised that he'd felt the floor.

Was he actually dead? Was this all a dream?