Imagine there's no heaven

NO! Not him! Anyone but him! Please!

Stupid woman!

It can't be. He'd never do that to us. I trust him!

"Stand up Potter. I want to see the look in your eyes when I finish you off."

Priori Incanatem.

Imagine there's no heaven. If there is no heaven, then all the friends I've lost have gone either to hell, or are wondering in Purgatory. They don't deserve that. They deserve being alive, and well. Or at least going to heaven.

But what is heaven? Why am I thinking of heaven during the last moments of my life? Because I want to go to heaven when I die. And I wand Voldemort to go and rot in Hell. I want to imagine my parents, Sirius, George, Molly, McGonagall and Neville have all gone to heaven, and are now spending a peaceful afterlife. I want to imagine Ron is the most brilliant angel there is, and that Hermione might have taken the place of the wisest one.

I also want to imagine that once this spell ends, I will kill Voldemort, send him to hell, and then end my life as is proper, and go to heaven.

But, imagine there's no heaven. Hermione isn't the wisest witch among the angels, and Ron isn't shining as a hero. My parents, Sirius and my friends aren't leaving peacefully. Why? Because we've all killed someone until now. But even if there is heaven, I won't go there.

Because what I'm about to do...

Has no return.

"Avada Kedavera!"

Voldemort fell to the ground, his red orbs now white, his expression surprised.

Harry stood up slowly, and realized he was alone. The explosion from his death curse had probably killed everyone inside the cages. His friends were no more.

Imagine there's no heaven. And then you'll know how I feel right now.

"Avada Kedavera."

The only thing left in the cave were a lot of cages with dead, tortured bodies inside, Voldemort, lying dead on the ground, and Harry Potter, the boy who killed his enemy, and himself, was spread on the floor, his wand in his hand, a happy expression on his face.

If there is heaven, then I'll see my friends again.

Harry Potter, saviour of man kind, killed himself, trying to meet his friends again.

In heaven, the Trio delighted in their reunion.

The End

To Jillian, whose screen name was torturing me with this cookie.