Disclaimer: I regrettably do not own the sheer amzingness of Harry Potter.

Death isn't so bad.

I'm going to miss so much, though. I'm going to miss Ron and Hermione getting together, or Harry and Ginny, both two couples being inevitable. I'm going to miss teaching all my nieces and nephews how to cause mayhem and drive their parents insane. That's all up to George now. a My death will be the hardest on him. We've never been apart our whole lives. We grew up together, spent seven years at Hogwarts together, we opened a joke shop together, hell, we finished each other's sentences! I just hope he'll move on, find love and happiness again.

Then there's my mum. She's been through so much these past two wars. Not only did she have to worry about herself and seven children, she also felt responsible for Harry and Hermione. In the first war both her brothers died. I'm just happy I'm going to be the only one to die this time. Bill and Fleur are married and so in love it's sickening, Charlie was probably just live the wild life until he can find someone to tame him, and Percy's finally came to his senses.

Hopefully his homecoming will lighten the blow some when mum finds out I'm dead. Ron will have Hermione and Hermione will have Ron, and Ginny will finally be able to be with Harry. I know he'll treat her well. They've been in love since fifth year, even if they didn't know it then. George will continue our joke shop, get married, and hopefully have twins. You know, keep the Weasley legacy alive. Every generation needs to have a set of us Weasley twins.

I don't have many regrets. Maybe I didn't terrorize Filtch enough, or tell my family I loved them.

But my biggest regret will not be telling her how I felt. We went to the Yule Ball together, you know. She thought it was just as friends, but I wanted it to be so much more. She always loved George, though, and I tried to hate them for it, but I just couldn't. I never acted on my feelings, and that will be my biggest regret. I hope George and her are happy together, maybe name one of their kids after me. I hope he loves her as much as I do; they both deserve that.

So as the wall explodes, and I hear Percy scream, I know that his was the way things were meant to be. George and her were meant to be, and my death, this war, was all for my family, past, present, and future. Even though I never had any chance, I can't help my last thought alive.

I love you, Angelina Johnson.

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