The blood was still warm.
its warm. its warm.
That was all he would think about. The blood was warm. Red, too. It trickled down his way in that slow, zig-zaggy way that blood did. Many times he'd been covered in blood before. This was one of few that it hadn't been his own.
i wont look down.
Harry's eyes stayed determinedly on his hand. He was half-conscience of the fact that the truth was just moments from now in his mind. He'd felt this before. Just, then he'd wanted revenge. Now he wanted only the numbness.
sirius
It had happened. Harry sank slowly into the pool of blood below him.
Forcing himself to look at the fallen face, he began to scream while barely feeling himself.
"Albus! Albus!"
He had never seen this coming. Never could he have imagined that the man before him could ever manage to lose his life. In the back of his mind, he must have known that if Dumbledore would ever fall, his own world would fall apart. But it had been his job, not Dumbledore's, to kill Voldemort. How couldn't he have known? How couldn't Dumbledore have known? And by not a spell, not a wand, but a knife.
it was for me
the knife was for me
i would never have needed to feel this
the knife was for me
voldemort would have lived
who cares
well all be dead soon so
who cares
let him take me soon
let him take me and ill see them all again
let him take me when nobodys looking
take me in this dark when no-ones looking
i dont care anymore
i dont care
ill see them all again
'Did you love him, baby Potter?' said bellatrix
"She killed Sirius! I'll kill her! Sirius! Sirius!"
'we fools who love'
"Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"
let him take me! God, please let him take me!
theres the veil
i can sneak under when nobodys looking
theyll all be dead soon
who cares about the living?
who cares
who cares
"It will be easy, won't it?' said Voldemort. "Think about it. Everyone wins."
"Harry!" shouted Hermione. Her silver-white skin shown freakishly bright against the grotesque red and black.
"Harry, don't do this! I'll never be able to get out, Harry! Harry, please!" Harry turned toward the ghost and tried to meet her eyes the way he'd never been able to since she'd died. Getting to his feet, he picked up his blood-tacky wand.
she cares.
all I can do is win.