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As I apparated into our spacious kitchen my hands trembled. No one told me in Healer Training of the emotional pain of death. As I watched the man in my care slip away it brought back images from before. At time where death and destruction were rife and I was forced by a cruel, inhumane man to do acts in which I cannot ever hope to forgive myself for.
Making my way over to the table I try to make myself coffee, in an effort to drive my thoughts away from the dark place they currently occupy. By now I should know that this will not work. Many people have died in my care and it hits me just as hard each and every time. Try as I might I cannot remove the guilt, currently seeping through my veins, with menial tasks.
Overcome again by the darkness I try to see a way out, an escape from the pain but there is none. Memories overwhelm my senses and, staggering to the couch I curl up. As if that could protect me from the horrors in my mind. I remember when Voldemort put me under the imperius curse to kill my mother, the look on Dumbledore's face as he fell into oblivion, the sight of my father getting the Dementors Kiss. Its too painful, I try to occlude my mind but to no avail. Strong arms wrapped around my pitiful form and I hear the words that will be my salvation.
"It wasn't your fault"
My pale grey eyes meet emerald green. He holds me close to him and in doing so chases away the nightmares. I breath a sigh of relief ready once again to go back to the hospital tomorrow and face my demons.