Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Kay, cool. Don't sue me
A/N: This is my third entry into A Sirius Crush on Moony's I'm About to Die competition. Maybe I'll be able to fit in a fourth entry, but I doubt it….
BTW: This is extremely hard to write.
"But, I didn't-"
"Shut your mouth, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, and put your head in the gallows so I can kill you," the executioner says harshly.
Once again, no one is listening to my pleas. I did not commit this crime. I was wrongly accused. I have no reason to be killed. But the people don't care. They just want to see someone's head get cut off. Well, I doubt that they would like it as much if it was their head. But, they don't think of that. I always have. Of course, I was always forced to watch them, but I never ever enjoyed them. The other people in the crowd would cheer and laugh. The person's family would be directly in front of the stage, bawling hysterically, as they were forced to watch their beloved relative die a brutal death. The only comfort they got was that it was a quick death.
I always watched these public events in misery, thinking what if that was me? Or what if I was standing in the very front of the crowd, weeping as my relative died.
Well, now that was coming true. I am being killed…for a crime I didn't commit. I look into the crowd, where the family would be standing. But, there is no weeping family. Just cheering people, waiting for my head to roll around on the ground. My family always believed I was a terrible person. I was left alone since I was six; left to try to keep myself alive. I had hopes that they would be here, for my death. I don't know why, but I did. They still felt that i was terrible, and I guess this incident seemed to prove them correct. I sigh, and decide that there isn't anything else to wait for. I put my head in the gallows, and get down on my knees.
"Good man. Now, this won't take long."
I had previously decided what my last thoughts would be, and so now, I pour my heart and soul into them. Please God, show my family, even if it's after I am gone, that I am good. Show them that this crime isn't my fault. I start to cry. I feel so sad. I feel the blade hit. Once, twice, three times, four times, five times. What is going on? I can hear the crowd, starting to get ansy because I am still breathing.
The executioner says, "Blunt ax. Might take a bit longer than expected."
The pain, oh the pain. As each swing hit my neck, it sawed a little more into me. Twenty times, twenty one, the twenty second hit, and I am still completely alive and well, except for the dull pain on my neck. With each swing, I am still alive. Now, I am scared. Who knows how long this can continue for? On the thirty eighth whack, I start to stop being able to move my body. It takes forty five whacks to kill me, but my head is still attached to my body. Oh well, I think, as my ghostly body floats away. As I leave this dreaded town, and make my way back to Hogwarts, the only place I ever loved, I see my parents in the back of the crowd, with a few tears trailing down their cheek.
A/N: Hope you liked it. R&R please.