Dead
Dead. All dead. Because of me. You se it's my fault they're all dead. If I had died as a baby. They'd be alive.
Mum.
Dad.
Sirius.
Remus.
Hagrid.
Ron.
Hermione.
Mad-Eye Moody.
Dumbledore.
McGonagall.
Fred.
George.
Flitwick.
Countless Muggles.
Hundreds of Brave witches and wizards.
Cedric.
All killed by the death eaters. I can't help but think that it's all my fault. I have no reason to live any more. Everyone I care about dies. As I step off the top of the astronomy tower I think I hear a gasp. But that doesn't matter. Falling I smile. Flying. Truly free. IMPACT