AN: I wrote this cause my little sister wanted me to... umm I know it's very short and no I don't own Harry potter.
Savor Innocence
By Georgina Minards
Harry steadied himself. He must not break. He must be strong. He must... he must... black out
Harry remembered when all was good all was fun. When all he had to worry about was what to wear, and he didn't even stress about that. He remembered a time when he didn't have to worry about showing his love. He could do it openly. A time when Voldemort didn't scare him, a time of safety and fun... a time of innocence.
But that time was over now. Ginny was gone. He fought the sadness that swept over him. The pain in is stomach, the pain of knowing that she will never come back, the pain of knowing that he was the only person to blame. If only he hadn't hesitated, if only he had the guts to perform the unforgivable on Voldemort, Voldemort deserved it, he really did but Harry couldn't, he wouldn't hurt him... what if there was a reason that Tom Riddle had done this, deeper than his hate for his father, what if he was innocent, what if it wasn't really him? But now Harry realised that there is no innocence in Tom riddle, nothing forgivable, nothing at all.
Voldemort has killed everyone that Harry loved, everything that Harry ever lived for. He has killed Harry.
Harry woke up with a new resolution. Finding Voldemort standing over his he lifted his wand for the final time and muttered, "Avada Kadavra" then collapsed. No one was ever able to revive him and he was taken off life support last night. His diary was found along with his cloak and an old piece of parchment that kept insulting people in the house that he and Ginevra Weasley shared before her untimely death. His last entry was all but two words long. It read: "Savor Innocence"
Update: I got a nice, constructive review... and change some things... hope you like it!
