Ever since he found out—ever since he saw Hermione when he woke up, he had a clear image of how this would go. Or rather, at least seventeen different ideas of that moment. Though, no matter how it would eventually happen, he expected this to be more painful for them than for him, after all his only task was to die, which considering the things he was asked to do during the war, seemed bloody easy. It required minimum effort from him, to simply let them kill him. Most importantly, he didn’t have to be the one to kill his best friend. 