prologue
Harry live a normal and mundane life, he wake up and prepare himself like he always do. Everything was on his routine—but life have surprises and as it turns out, Harry was not immune to them. He expected many things but getting hit by a track was not one of them.
Ah, embarrassing.
Harry can see the crowd that gather around him through his blurry vision. Shame flooded on his system and suddenly feeling body-conscious on his state, specifically, the state of his head.
My brain matter was probably everywhere, he reckon
Harry knew death was inevitable but it did not mean that it was pleasant to experience it himself. He was suddenly overcome by self-pity as he realized that no one would mourn him.
okay, i take that back--Hermione and Ron would mourn him--and probably curse him to grave.
The voices slowly start to fade and the darkness start to creep at the corner of his eyes. The last thing he saw was the blinking screen on his phone, a yard or two away from his bloodied face.
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[You have died.]
-Retry-
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The screen flashed and then he knew no more.