He was so tired. Of the bigotry and the bribery and the near constant hounding. Dull green eyes glimmered as he lifted the Elder Wand to his chest. No one would miss him. Hermione and Ron hadn't talked to him in years, and last he heard Ginny was engaged to Dean Thomas. Everyone had moved on, gotten tired of his depression and paranoia. His life was empty, an endless loop of gray days viewed with apathetic eyes. Time to just . . . let go. A whispered Avada Kedavra and his body fell to the floor.
It would be two days before they checked his house and the body, and even longer for them to gather the courage to read the note he left on his nightstand.
I'm sorry
- Harry Potter
R+R
Please, try to be gentle in your reviews. This is my very first foray into writing. I figured I would start small and listen to the feedback.