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.
