I don't own harry potter. Sadly I don't know if I should make this a series of short little poems or what, but I'll figure it out. Review please? Oh and flames will be used…for…food.

She was running as fast as she could

Her harsh pants echoed throughout the corridor

Have to get away…my fault

He's dead, it's all my fault!

Dead, he's dead

My fault, my fault

She ignored the shouts calling for her

Her feet carried her to an unknown destination as she ran like she never had before

She as good as killed him, it was her fault

Her fault he was gone

Her fault

Her fault

HER FAULT!

Tears were streaming down her face making it impossible to see but she kept running

Maybe if she had run fast enough

Maybe if she had reacted quicker

Maybe, just maybe he would still be alive

It was her fault, and she knew it

Never would she forget how he fell backwards

The shock openly displayed on his face

It was her fault

She wouldn't stop running

It was her punishment for him dying

For it being all her fault

That was a little tribute to Siri ;( May you bark on my friend.