A/N: This is the first fanfic I am putting up here, and well, I hope you enjoy! R&R, thanks!

Disclaimer: Alas, I do not own Harry Potter.

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Harry stared at himself in the Mirror of Erised. Tomorrow the Order would attack Lord Voldemort and Harry would kill him. At least that’s what everyone hoped for. Harry didn’t have much confidence in himself, even though he had been prepared for that day for over a year.

He hadn’t even graduated yet.

Harry felt like crying. But he had promised himself that he never would. He wouldn’t let anyone worry over him. It was better to keep it all locked inside instead of making anyone worried. Harry was quite certain that he would die tomorrow. Even if he would manage to somehow kill Voldemort, one of the Death Eaters would kill him right after that.

Harry wasn’t scared of dying, he just didn’t want to. He had almost died for countless times over the last seven years. Somehow he had survived. Out of sheer dumb luck, he thought.

But what he saw in the mirror was the reason why he wanted to cry.

He saw himself, looking healthy, with no dark shadows under his eyes. His image-self didn’t have pale and unhealthy looking skin and the eyes were filled with joy to go with the smile playing on the lips.

But the biggest change was that his image-self had no lightning-shaped scar on his forehead.

Harry wanted to cry for the life that had been denied for him. Or maybe it was for the life that he wanted to have after killing Voldemort. He wasn’t sure.

The tears welled up in Harry’s eyes against his will. He tried to fight and blink them away, but soon tears were pouring down his cheeks. He collapsed to his knees and buried his face in his hands. Silent sobs began wrecking his body and soon pitiful sobs echoed through the room.

Harry didn’t know for how long he cried, but once the tears stopped, he was left feeling hollow and numb.

He rose slowly to his feet and regained his posture. The weapon of the Wizarding World was not allowed to cry.

So the weapon left the room, closing the door softly behind him, and went to face his destiny.