Harry sits at home 60 years after the battle of Hogwarts, an old man suddenly begins his scar hurting. Harry sat alone. The first house of him and Ginny, and their children were now empty. Ginny was one year ago died. And he had to admit there was something taken away. He had lost so many people but this was the most that hurt. He thought of his children all had a family. And they would visit him soon. He sighed. Nobody knew he was sick. Except for Ron but he promised him not to tell anyone. He had a good life. He wanted to go without any hassles. He wanted tea, but he felt so weak to stand up he shuffled his wand, and he stopped. He kept the old wood in his hand, and slightly shimmer made from the top. He laughed. Suddenly opened his scar hurt. He was not warned before nor for the man who stands in the corner of the room. It was not Tom Riddle snake-like, but as a human being. He laughed.
"Hi Harry"
Harry smiled back and said, "Nice to see you again, Tom."
"Is it nice? I was not always a warm person. I have a lot of people hurt. But worst of all, I tried you to do.The pain is ironic that you were among the few who saw me as Tom Riddle and not as Lord Voldemort. " "Fear can make you crazy," Harry said. "I've seen it many times." Tom Riddle laughed again and said very sad, "Harry, we have to go." Harry looked at him. There were tears in his eyes. "I'm afraid," he said. "I know," said another voice. It was Ginny. He panted. Behind her stood everybody he loved and lost: Hagrid, Dumbledore, Dobby, Lupin, Tonks, Snape, Cedric, Sirius and even the Dursley family. His parents stpnden beside Ginny smiling. "We are with you Harry" his mother said. Jarry turned to Tom. Tom heating his hand and said, "Come on, Harry." Harry laughed, tears in his eyes, his scar burned as he took hold of Tom's hand. And then he left with the death of this world behind as equals.
The end