From the Eyes Of James Potter
I feel the trickle of my blood
The hot tears sliding down my pale face
The short gasps
The last breath's of my young life
My heart beats
Very slowly now
The pain is almost gone
The blackness clouding over my mind
Just a little bit longer
Till the end
But why do I have to die
And leave this godforsaken place
My son
My wife
Alone
Or dead
He has left me here
To rot
In my own misery
He knows I can not save my family
I can here their cries
My son's high cries
I see the tears on my wife's face
As he raises his hands
To kill
All is lost.