He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him...

It was not, after all, so easy to die.

He yearned not to feel... He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him...

And Death spoke to them —’”
“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”
“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”
“Right, sorry. Go on.

Yeah, his school! It was his first real home, the place that meant he was special; it meant everything to him, and even after he left -"
"This is You-Know-Who we're talking about, right? Not you?" inquired Ron.

The long game was ended, the Snitch has been caught, it was time to leave the air....