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Death is permanent, so they say. But the veil isn't what it once was, and neither is Harry. Power has a cost, victory always collects; and at some point, the line blurs between where Harry ends and something else begins. The only question is - how much of himself can he spend before there’s nothing left?
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“When will it be enough, Harry?”
Her cerulean eyes bore into his with an intensity that almost caught him off guard. Snow fluttered around them in slow, silent waves.
Snow in spring, just another reminder of how he’d failed.
Hogsmeade was ruined. Bricks that had once held the foundations of memories were now laid bare in crumbled heaps; sections of the cobblestone pathway were simply missing, torn apart for naught but pleasure; ash swirled high above them, turning the afternoon sky into an endless twilight.
She watched him, a devastating plea written across her face.
He smiled. It was sad.
“Until there’s nothing left for me to give.”
The first tear slipped down her cheek.