he could no longer control his own trembling. it was not, after all, so easy to die. every second he breathed, the smell of the grass, the cool air on his face, was so precious; to think that people had years and years, time to waste, so much time it dragged, and he was clinging to each second. at the same time he thought that he would not be able to go on, and knew that he must. the long game was ended, the snitch had been caught, it was time to leave the air...

[[cant believe hp can still mess me up in 2016 but it turns out this scene is specifically designed to make now me cry]]

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