Why do people expect me to have no doubts? No fears, no worries, no niggling voices in the back of my mind telling me that this is all wrong. Why do they expect me to make no mistakes and tell no lies? My life rushes before my eyes as the green light hits and I regret everything and nothing all at once.

The man in front of me was a man no one but me trusted. He's the one who cast the spell. I regret trusting him and at the same time wish I'd started sooner. Guess whoever said that your life flashes before your eyes when you die was right.

Time seems to be slowing down as the light gets closer. I'm not afraid to die and at the same time, I'm petrified. I know that few will truly morn my passing, and for that I'm grateful and troubled.

I have no choice and I know I am going on to the next great adventure. I hope my death will not have been in vain, but at the same time I know it's a lost cause. Draco Malfoy didn't kill me and for that I am beyond grateful and will always regret. If I can...

Goodbye.