Regrets.
I have none. I probably should, but I don't; things may not have been the way they end up as being. Voldemort may not have been killed; Several others, including myself, may not have gotten their happy ending. I was a hero since infancy. Never asked for it, but I got it.
I wanted dearly to honor the others, others that had given their lives for me and my aid. Because truthfully, without them, I wouldn't be here. Had my mum not given her life for mine, I'd have been killed that Halloween.
But I wasn't.
So no regrets.
Meh. Not my best work ever. But I've lost any creativity with school [along with a social life] so I've been trying to get even the slightest muse up.
Disclaimer: I dont own Harry Potter.