But, to this day, fifteen years later, I can't remember who dropped dead right before me, the eyes of each Death Eater I ruthlessly ended, the face of the boy who died in my arms, his last words being vows of love and devotion. I know I didn't cry. I haven't. Not once have I shed a tear since that day we ran from the Great Hall, our fear lifting into the air, adrenaline racing through our veins.