This Is the Greatest Respect We Can Offer Those Determined to Die!

Harry left Professor McGonagall's office in a daze. He could not remember how long he had stayed in the Pensieve, nor could he remember why he had come.

He only knew that he was Voldemort's final Horcrux, the threat that Linley and Irina had to eliminate before killing Voldemort...

On that dark and stormy night, a fragment of Voldemort's soul had attached itself to the only living person in that house—him. From that moment on, he had become Voldemort's Horcrux.

That was why he could connect to Voldemort through dreams, glimpse the world from Voldemort's perspective, and have his emotions influenced by Voldemort's temptations...

What lay within his mind was not a fragment of Voldemort's soul, but Voldemort's Horcrux!

"To kill Voldemort, I have to die... Why... Since Professor Dumbledore knew from the beginning that I was going to die, why did he let me see all this? Why did he let me witness the splendor of this magical world..."

Two trails of tears appeared on Harry's face. At some point, he had begun to cry.

Harry understood that his fate was to become the final sacrifice before Voldemort's death, a stepping stone toward the future peace of the magical world. Only his death could kill Voldemort and restore peace to the magical world...

How cruel was that?!

Harry would rather have died on that dark and stormy night. At least then, he would have known nothing and seen nothing.

But he had come to Hogwarts. He had witnessed wondrous, magnificent magic, met lovable companions and classmates, and watched the arrival of a brand-new magical era...

And now, he was going to die. He was going to die for everything he cherished...

Was he willing? Of course not!

But did he have any other choice? No...

Harry slowly walked out