I killed her.

I loved her, and then I killed her.

How could I be so stupid? I didn't have to drag her into anything. I just didn't have to love her. But I did.

I knew the very first day, when she came in to our compartment. I knew there and then deep in my soul that I couldn't live without her. But it didn't matter, not when my fate was decided. Me and that stupid scar.

Did I think she'd be safe? No, I was scared for her, but I didn't stop. God, I didn't stop when she needed me most. When she was dying and she wanted me to hold her. Where was I? Battling a never-ending force that couldn't be killed. I wasted my life.

Why did I waste my life? That's something only God can answer. When the Creator comes for me, when he tells me I can join my beloved, maybe he'll explain why he gave me such a task.

But the sooner I die, the sooner I shall be happy. I'll be with her, I'll be with my beloved, my sweetheart, my soul.

Our souls are one, and we shall be reunited.

Some day.

*finis*

In case you didn't get it, this is Harry talking about how Voldemort killed Hermione. I hope you enjoyed it, reviews please!