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Author's notes: This is my finish to the 7th book, before it came out. WARNING: DH-SPOILERS!

The memories that haunt us

He was never the same. They had said it would take some time to heal, to forget. They lied. How did a person forget the face of their victim. How did they forget that last moment before the body slumps on the ground, forever cold, the eyes widening and the little gasp escaping between cracked lips. They didn't, and neither did he.

He had killed another and as much as they told him it would be alright and he had no choice. He knew that there always was a choice, this time it just happened that the other choice was to let himself be killed and leave the world to fall to pieces in the hands of the now dead body. There had been a choice and he had made the one that killed one instead of thousands, but he would never forget because with that body, something in him had also died.

He would remember because that is all he had left now, the pain and the past.