Disclaimer: I do not own the Characters they belong to J.K R. This is simply my take on what Neville must have been thinking as he watched Hagrid carry the body of Harry Potter after he meets with Voldemort in Deathly Hallows. This is a poem/drabbles
No, No, No this is not happening.
This can not be real.
It isn't true.
Something must have been done to my eyes.
Harry can't be gone. Not the one person who was willing to stick up for me even a little bit in first year.
Harry can't be gone. Not the person who sat there in the common room and told me that I was worth 10 of Malfoy.
Harry can't be gone. Not the boy who taught me what little I have now managed to learn or charms.
Harry can't be gone. Not the one person who thought that I could be taught to fight.
Harry can't be gone. Not the one person who understood how I felt about what happened.
Harry can't be gone. Not the person who finally believed in me for once and got others to as well.
Harry can't be gone. Not the one person who finally got me to be able to duel and not lose my wand let alone disarm my opponent.
Harry can't be gone not the 'chosen one'.
It can not be real. It can not be happening, because Harry can't be gone.