Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. Wish I did but. :)
I scream... my hands reach out to grasp anything, something tangible, real?
There is nothing.
The monster within me refuses to let go of the power I once had the pleasure to wield as I so willed with equal impunity and disregard.
The power to create or destroy, the power to give life or take it, the power to do as I wished.
Greed, envy and pride... they were my downfall fueled by my wrath and the gluttony... those I enjoyed, lust and sloth... sins I partook of daily.
Yes, I am not a good person. I am evil, dark and vile.
Happy as I was, I do not doubt I would have done anything differently knowing this would be the final unequivocal outcome of it all.
As I drift away now still scrambling for a tether to return once more I know there is none.
My life buoys are gone, the fragments of my soul that I had preserved are all destroyed.
I do not wish to die, but this time I know I will not cheat my death.
Alas the light leaves me.
My final thought as the cold begins to encompass my whole being, as the essence of my core flickers away to nothing.
My final thought is...