A/N: Okay this is a poem duh. Harry beat Voldemort, but is going to die painfully. And just some thoughts he wished he could of said.
I am laying here not knowing what to do
Life's flashing before my eyes
Laying here thinking of you
He is dead my love
He is dead my sweet
Even if I am not on my feet.
And I hear the Minister say, Volemort did of course now Harry is in pain, My love, his voice seems far away.
My own blood's all around me,
As I try hard not to cry
I can hear the healer say,
I am sorry but he is going to die.
Tell Hermoine not to be afraid, My love
Tell Ron to be brave.
And when I in to heaven,
They'll put "Harry Potter" on my grave.
My breath is getting shorter,
Honey I'm getting really scared
These are my final moments,
and I'm so unprepared.
I wish that you could hold me my Love,
As I lie here and die.
I wish that I could say, "I love you, Ginny!"
So I love you and good-bye.