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!
...
Tears in my eyes
My head droops low, for I fear
They will see shame.
...
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.
...
I was trying
To be the noble one
that I am not.
...
I wish I had
Just been the plain old me
And not shared it.
...
Not share the seconds
Of glory that melted into death.
Your death.
...
I survive again
In the loss of another life,
Sacrifice.
...
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.
