The boy who lived
Deepest Betrayal ...
With War , there is always loss. Always. The boy who lived , lived no more . Killed , by
Voldemort . Who had finally gotten what he had wanted. Well , he always did , didn't he ? It
wasn't fair. The rest of us , doomed to live . Doomed . Most people say that life is a gift , that's
why they call it the present . Well , it isn't any more .A muggle movie once said "life is like a box
of chocolates . You never know what you are going to get." He was right . You never know , and
can never tell . Never . I had lost it all . Hermione . Harry . My dad . George . Ginny ... All of it.
Harry had always been there for me . Always . And now he was gone. And no one will understand
the remorse that I , alone , feel . My parting words , his parting words , had been in anger ,
defiance , hate ... How I did it , I don't know. Only he knew. He and he alone . So as I sit here ,
staring at his casket , I have a sense of guilt so overwhelming , it is hard to bear. And it always
will be. I will be forced to live with the guilt . The guilt that I betrayed my best friend. In his time
of need.
"What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard alive ? Only innocent lives !"
Now , I am understanding what Peter was talking about , so long ago , in third year. There was
nothing to be gained . And I knew that . I can't stop thinking about it .
"Ah. Harry Potter . So nice of you to join us at last."
"What are you talking about ?"
He lay on the floor , glaring up at Voldemort . I shuddered at the look in his eyes. But he
couldn't see. He couldn't see me .
"Why , your friend has been promising your presence for a while now ."
'What ?" Harry's eyes darted back and forth . "My friend ?"
"Yes , you best friend I believe ..."
"Ron ?"
NO ! NO! NO! NO! NO! I take back every thing ! Please ... don't !
"Ron ? He would join you !"
"Yes he did."
"No ! You're lying !"
"I am not ! I don't lie . You want proof ?"
Voldemort grabbed me by the arm , and dragged me out , where I was in plain view . The pain in
Harry's eyes was apparent. I had betrayed him. He sighed ,and closed his eyes , just as
Voldemort raised his wand ...
I had betrayed him. My best friend . And no one knew . A I get a hug from Sirius , I pull away .
"I - I..."
And I flee. I had betrayed him. The boy who lived , lived no more. And now , as I make up amy
mind , neither will I .
Deepest Betrayal ...
With War , there is always loss. Always. The boy who lived , lived no more . Killed , by
Voldemort . Who had finally gotten what he had wanted. Well , he always did , didn't he ? It
wasn't fair. The rest of us , doomed to live . Doomed . Most people say that life is a gift , that's
why they call it the present . Well , it isn't any more .A muggle movie once said "life is like a box
of chocolates . You never know what you are going to get." He was right . You never know , and
can never tell . Never . I had lost it all . Hermione . Harry . My dad . George . Ginny ... All of it.
Harry had always been there for me . Always . And now he was gone. And no one will understand
the remorse that I , alone , feel . My parting words , his parting words , had been in anger ,
defiance , hate ... How I did it , I don't know. Only he knew. He and he alone . So as I sit here ,
staring at his casket , I have a sense of guilt so overwhelming , it is hard to bear. And it always
will be. I will be forced to live with the guilt . The guilt that I betrayed my best friend. In his time
of need.
"What was there to be gained by fighting the most evil wizard alive ? Only innocent lives !"
Now , I am understanding what Peter was talking about , so long ago , in third year. There was
nothing to be gained . And I knew that . I can't stop thinking about it .
"Ah. Harry Potter . So nice of you to join us at last."
"What are you talking about ?"
He lay on the floor , glaring up at Voldemort . I shuddered at the look in his eyes. But he
couldn't see. He couldn't see me .
"Why , your friend has been promising your presence for a while now ."
'What ?" Harry's eyes darted back and forth . "My friend ?"
"Yes , you best friend I believe ..."
"Ron ?"
NO ! NO! NO! NO! NO! I take back every thing ! Please ... don't !
"Ron ? He would join you !"
"Yes he did."
"No ! You're lying !"
"I am not ! I don't lie . You want proof ?"
Voldemort grabbed me by the arm , and dragged me out , where I was in plain view . The pain in
Harry's eyes was apparent. I had betrayed him. He sighed ,and closed his eyes , just as
Voldemort raised his wand ...
I had betrayed him. My best friend . And no one knew . A I get a hug from Sirius , I pull away .
"I - I..."
And I flee. I had betrayed him. The boy who lived , lived no more. And now , as I make up amy
mind , neither will I .