I have regrets.
Yes, there are things I wish I had done.
And things I wish I had not.
I made mistakes but who doesn't?
I used to think death was terrible.
I hate it when things end, the feeling that all of a sudden it is truly over, that already so much is lost.
I hated the thought of leaving everything behind.
I saw life as something of value.
Perhaps it is.
Still, I see no reward in earning happiness to have it taken in an instant, in a flash of green light.
I know death might be construed by indifference as relief, a welcome escape from something barely worth having. An escape from pain, from fear, from what is happening and what will happen, but I was not indifferent.
My parents sit silently, cry sometimes.
I would tell my parents I love them, and to be happy.
I want them to be happy again.
Cho spends all her time with her friends but apart, wordless and trying to forget.
I would tell Cho I love her, although I am not sure she ever felt the same way I do.
Harry will stare suddenly into space, guilt, blame and self-loathing in his eyes.
I would tell Harry it was not his fault.
And I would tell everyone that they have to fight.
They have the choice, but the darkness will come, it is coming and someone has to stand against it.
Someone has to fight.
Who will fight?
