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Author's Note: Just a one-shot in Harry's POV after the Final Battle. Please Review!
The snow was so beautiful. Paper white that stung the eyes. You'd never think it was almost May. And it's snowing now. Washing away the stain. Leaving plenty of blank paper where my friend's lives should be written.
One by one I watched them fall. Each falling through the veil of death in their own way.
It's all my fault. Everyone I loved was prepared to die for me. But I was the Boy Who Lived. I was supposed to save them.
But instead I failed them. Every single one. Voldemort is gone. People are praising me in the streets. But people are also mourning their children, their parents. And it's all my fault.
I failed all of them. Too many to count have died for me. Ones I don't know, all over the world, probably. Muggles died from deflected spells. They couldn't even see the battle raging around them.
Cedric died, because I was hurt.
One.
Sirius died, because of my dream.
Two.
Dobby died, using all his power to keep me alive.
Three.
Tonks died, fighting Voldemort as he tried to enter school grounds.
Four.
Ginny died, no one can find her body.
Five.
Hermione died, and saved the first-years.
Six.
Ron died, and saved me.
Seven.
That's just the beginning. I know. The Death Eaters are everywhere, a trail of destruction in their path. And no one knows. Because Fudge is dead. And half of the ministry. Because of me.
The hospital wing is packed. Everyone staring out the window, wanting to join their friends in the snow.
All the seventh years, though, are crying. Because of me.
I took their friends. I took their parents. It's all my fault.
Because Voldemort is gone. I can't blame him anymore. I'm a curse. A menace to society.
Dumbledore's in control right now. He's doing a good job.
No one needs Harry Potter. An antiquated hero. A curse.
The world no longer needs Harry Potter. But I need the world.
My world is gone. And it's all my fault. Everyone I loved is gone. The King Midas of death. So I'll leave. I'll join the snowfall.
Goodbye.
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