I sit here. In the seventh year Gryffindor boy's dorm. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have left him alone. I should have walked with him like I always did. I can't believe I let my best friend get captured. I may never see him again. I won't be able to live with myself. It's my fault. I can't believe I let him down like that. I can't believe I let his family down like that. His family. What will they say? How will I tell them that it's my fault that one of their sons, Ron, has been captured? I can't stop thinking. What if we hadn't gone to visit Hagrid? What if I hadn't suggested that we race? How could I have been so stupid? Why didn't I see whoever it was that took him? He was right behind me up until I went inside. This means I ran right by whoever kidnapped him. How could I have done that? This is all my fault. Why him? Why couldn't it have been me? He doesn't deserve to be tortured. I do. I should be tortured till I can stand it no longer. Until I die. I deserve to be shunned from the world. I deserve to live alone. Forever. I hear people talking to me. What it is they are saying I don't know, I don't really care. They are probably trying to convince me that it's not my fault. It is. I wish I could take it away. I wish that I could take away the past. Take away everything. Take away myself. I wish I could go back in time and not except my Hogwarts letter. I wish I were someone else. Someone whose biggest worry was the quidditch game next week. I wish I could tell the world that I am no longer Harry Potter. For being Harry Potter, you're not just the boy who lived, or the boy with a wicked scar. A better name is the boy who will hurt forever, or the boy who will have to see those that he loves die. Or even the boy whose not really there. I'm not. I will never really be here. Not completely any way. A part of me will always be with my parents, and another part with Cedric, and another part with everyone else who died at Voldemort's hands. As Voldemort grows stronger. As more people lose their lives, I lose a part of mine, because somehow everyone thinks it's my duty to stop him. But how am I to stop him, when they can't. When a wizard twice my age and magical knowledge can't defeat him, why is it that everyone looks to me to do so? What have I done to be weighted with such a burden? A burden that burns into my very soul. My very being. A burden that I will never escape. A burden that will one day destroy me. A burden that will destroy my friends. A burden that will destroy everyone that I love. A burden that will destroy all that is good in the world. A burden that will destroy the world. A burden.

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