Harry. Hero of the wizarding world. Defeater of Head of Department ever. Youngest Triwizard champion. Youngest Seeker in a century. The list of achievement goes on and on. But to me he was my best mate, my brother, my sister' boyfriend. The times I threatened to kill him if he hurt my sister... I wish I could take them all back now...the idea of Harry dying, really dying had been there since we all were 11,but I had never really thought about how I would go on without him. 2 May 1998,it was a day for celebration for the wizarding world,Voldemort was finally gone, defeated by Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One. We were all celebrating, though mourning the death of our friends, unaware of how much darker our world was going to be.
A month later, Harry started getting dizzy fits, he became pale-bone white...and his blood...his blood was... black.
He was quickly transported to , where we found out that Harry, my brother, my best friend, had little over two months to live...he had been poisoned...there was no cure for it...we all were going to lose him...
Harry had always been an exceptionally selfless person, but his answer was still unexpected when I asked him if there was anything I could do...he asked me to take care of Ginny and Teddy...I had asked him if he needed anything, when he was growing weak and frail, he replied me with a plea, a request to look after those he loved. Ginny...my sister was heartbroken, to say the least, her devastated expression is forever seared in my mind, I can't forget it...and Teddy...the little baby...he had lost so much...his parents..and now his godfather barely three months later. I heard his unspoken plea in those words..to never let Teddy grow into another Harry, to never let him suffer the pain he had...
The day he died, it was like a part of us died with him, the whole family, and Hermione ,didn't speak for nearly two days, none of us slept or ate, or even moved...Ginny and Mum were...words cant even describe that expression...Dad was crying his eyes out, as were Bill, Charlie, Fleur and Andromeda. Fred and George's eyes lost their mischievous sparkle forever, on that one blasted day...even Percy mourned like one of us had been killed instead of Harry...and it was an unspoken thought in all our minds-'he deserved to live so much more than we did'...that night the whole wizarding world cried, cried for the boy who lost so much, for a boy who risked his own life for others,who,though for many was a hero, but to his friends, was always a normal boy...
We mourned for him, but we also smiled, for we knew, that Harry was finally with his parents, with Sirius, Remus and Tonks,with people who loved him. Goodbye Harry, may you rest in peace...