I am aware that my username is slightly disturbing and also misspelled. Nobody has ever pointed it out to me, but I have been well aware for the past few years. It's a bit shameful, but what can you do? I was young when I made this account and had just watched the movie Without A Paddle for the first time, and was in love with the line, "Abort the fetal position, it's not working!" Having just discovered the vast world of fanfiction, I was excited to create an account here to post my newly written stories - so excited, in fact, that I forgot a little "i" in the word "position." Such memories.
Summary: His tortured and bleeding body lay broken and twisted on the ground. He was wrecked and he could not move. In the distance, he thought he could hear voices but he was beyond caring. He didn’t want to fight anymore. He had done what he had set out to do and wanted peace.
What if Harry had made a different choice? Would he be the person we recognise him to be? Special thanks to black_ink for allowing me to use her idea.
Summary: ONE-SHOT. Minor fluff warning.
There was just no way around it. Whether it was necessary or not, heroic or not, there was simply no escaping the fact of his actions. He had killed.
And he made me just like him… Harry thought miserably.
Summary: Voldemort's defeat comes at a price. Written for the HPGWFicafest Live Journal challenge. H/G. One shot. Post OOP.