Disclaimer: I own nothing (not that there is much to own).
Harry reflects.
I remember his death.
For days I cried.
For days I was angry.
At Dumbledore.
At Bellatrix.
At Voldemort.
At Umbridge.
For days it burned.
Now it's gone.
Why? How?
I have no feelings for her.
For Cho Chang.
I'm not supposed to.
But something's wrong.
There are NO feelings.
Nothing.
Nowhere.
I Think of my friends.
Nothing.
Hermione, Hagrid, Ginny, Ron.
Nothing there.
I think of my foes.
Nothing
Voldemort, Bellatrix, Malfoy.
No feelings.
For days it burned.
Was too much.
Burned out.
My feelings.
I have nothing left.
No purpose now.
I have to defeat HIM.
I will.
Why not.
But why?
I have to.
Otherwise many will die.
But I feel nothing.
Thinking of many.
And I'm not even concerned.
About feeling nothing.
I will defeat HIM.
Still, why?
Nothing left.
Feelings are ashes.
Emotion is void.
All dead.
All gone.