Tranquil

“Avada Kedavra.”

Harry heard it, but in that moment all he could see was white.

For a horrifying split second, he saw nothing else. Just blinding white.

He knew this was for the best. This is what had to happen.

He had to kill what was trapped inside him.

He had to kill Voldemort.

To save everyone he loved.

And… in that moment, he was calmer than he’d ever been.

It was a moment of pure peace before things would start anew.

Harry was glad to forsake being the chosen one for a moment.

He’d almost say he felt tranquil.