Harry Potter

He walked into the forest to die. He let the Killing Curse hit him. He met Death as an old friend. And then he came back. He fought the final duel. He watched the light leave Tom Riddle’s eyes. He saw the bodies of Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Colin… He heard the wails of the survivors. He held Hermione as she sobbed. He clasped Ron’s shoulder until his fingers ached. And then he walked. Away from the castle, away from the cheering, into the one place that had always been a threshold between his life and death.