I'm everything that you wanted to be. I'm everything that everyone wanted to be. I'm nothing that I want to be. My silky blonde hair falls in unwashed strands across my face, and my clothing doesn't hold the distinct feeling that I picked it out especially. I don't follow the rules of fashion anymore. They're petty and unnecessary. Just like so many things, like so many people.
I have known so many. Just like everyone else. I have lost so many. Just like everyone else. My broken heart can't take one more beating. It can't feel anymore. I'm numb.
When they killed my parents, I couldn't see for tears. When they slaughtered my siblings, I cried. When they murdered my friends in cold blood, not caring one bit that they had families or husbands or wives or children, I shattered. I cannot feel, but the need to kill, to maim, to hurt he who which has mostly killed me with few words. "You were Katie Bell" I saw it in his eyes. He needn't say it. It killed me.
I don't know who I am now, as I lay here on this forgotten battlefield. Death falls around me and I can hardly breathe for the air is thick with the last cries of the dead. The grass is dewy and just over the next hill, my love lies. He is just another body. Flaming red hair a reminder of the hell that awaits us all, especially me. I have forgotten myself.
From my robe, still emblazoned with the crest of Gryffindor for bravery, you can tell that I have not yet graduated. That lion of Godric's is staring at me, chiding me. I am being weak. I am not what I once was. I slide if off of my weak arms slowly. I cannot bear to look it as I draw my wand and remember a spell that they taught us as they rounded up all the witches and wizards over seventeen to fight. The only spell that we'd need.
In my head, I can hear my best friend Alicia's last words and am envious. She was always Alicia. "Just look for us Katie." She whispered in my ear as I placed the tip of my wand over my heart. I would look for them. We would be together. We had promised. The old Katie Bell would never have broken a vow. I closed my blue eyes, dead and hollow now with a glint that Katie Bell would have had if she had some something as minute as winning a match.
There, with my eyes closed, I looked a shadow of the old Katie Bell. Taking a deep breath, I called out the unforgivable curse with all of the exhilaration that I felt, the sound of freedom ringing in my ears. I would look for them. "I am Katie Bell", echoed around me as the day ended in a fantastic burst of green. "I am now all that I wanted to be."