AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my fic for Professor Flitwick's Prompt of the Friday 18th June: Regret. I tried to write in the haiku style, but I haven't been able to maintain the 17 mora all throughout. Good, okay, bad, pathetic- your opinion is treasured, especially because this is something I am not too sure about.


I look for Cho

She is not at the table

Mercy! I am shameless!

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Tears in my eyes

My head droops low, for I fear

They will see shame.

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Headmaster speaks

Of your will and courage

I don't see relevance.

...

I can only hear

The treacherous voice inside

"Harry, it is you...

...

..You are the reason."

I grind my teeth together-

Lest I scream.

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I was trying

To be the noble one

that I am not.

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I wish I had

Just been the plain old me

And not shared it.

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Not share the seconds

Of glory that melted into death.

Your death.

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I survive again

In the loss of another life,

Sacrifice.

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And I regret

That my spur of honor

Cost a young soul.

...

As I will regret

Not knowing the right thing to do

Just watching.

...

It is painful

Being the one who lived, yet

Losing so many.