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A/N- This is kind of weird. But I needed a break from revision so I just randomly wrote it :) Please read and review to help me improve it :P

They said I had never loved, not because I wasn't loved, because I couldn't. They didn't understand. Of course they didn't- I never told anybody but Dumbledore, and his death still haunts me now. I regret that.

They said I was a hero. They were wrong. Heroes don't get murdered for their uselessness. Heroes fight their way out of situations like that. But I was ready for death. That wasn't heroic. I regret it.

They said they had never seen me smile. Probably true, but I used to smile. Why did I forget? Forget what it was like to celebrate, to feel even the smallest amount of happiness? I regret the path of misery that I chose.

They wondered if I regretted going to side of the Dark Lord. Of course I did- he was the cause of all my misery, of all my regret. Even in death, I realise that if I had taken a different path, things could have been so different. I don't think of how.

They wondered if I regretted anything.

Somebody once said to me, "Never regret something that you wanted to do at the time."

But I never wanted any of it. And that's what I regret.

But now it's too late. I can't change what I've done. I can't change how I felt. It's too late.

A/N- Please review!! Thanks for reading this far anyways :) You can flame if you want but I don't care!!