The long game was ended, the Snitch has been caught, it was time to leave the air....

And again Harry understood without having to think. It did not matter about bringing them back, for he was about to join them. He was not really fetching them: They were fetching him.

You'll stay with me? Until the very end, said James. They won't be able to see you? asked Harry. We are part of you, said Sirius. Invisible to anyone else.

He wished he could rip out his heart, his innards, everything that was screaming inside him...

And Death spoke to them —’”
“Sorry,” interjected Harry, “but Death spoke to them?”
“It’s a fairy tale, Harry!”
“Right, sorry. Go on.

It was not, after all, so easy to die.