When Given a Chance at Living

When Harry walks into the Forbidden Forest, he expects death. But when he gets a chance to live past everyone's expectations, will he take it?
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The words repeat in his head, and he sucks in a breath. Ready for what he knows is going to come.
"Harry Potter," Voldemort speaks quietly, and Harry flinches, though he hopes no one notices, "the boy who lived...Come to die." A sob falls out of Harry's mouth before he could catch it, and his hands begin to shake as he waits for the green light to hit him. PleasePleasePleasePle-
"You cry, though you choose to come here." Here, Harry notices the tears that have dripped down his chin, falling down his neck. He doesn't wipe them, too afraid of what will happen if he moves. "Alone, nevertheless. Answer this for me, why haven't you come with one of your aggravating friends?" Harry's eyes stay closed, hearing the steps of Voldemort coming closer to him, until he is mere steps away. He shudders, "I couldn't-" Another sob, "I couldn't bring them with me. I wouldn't forgive myself." A burn hits his chest as he says those words, and his chest tightens, his breaths now coming out in deep exhales.
"Are you entirely sure? Or is that your way of coping with the obvious fact that they don't care for you as much as you do for them?"