Oh dear god, it's been several days now.
Voldemort and the few remaining Death Eaters at his side captured me on my way home from the Ministry.
By Merlyn, no one can ever know true pain until the Crucio Curse has been placed on you minute after minute, night after night.
And now as I beg for the merciless touch of death, I think of the numerous mistakes I've made in the last year alone. How many of them I wish I could take back.
I wish I could have seen through my own selfish pride. The truth is I was getting along so well on my own in the Ministry of Magic that I truly believed I was invincible, that no one could touch me. And I was so convinced of this belief that I destroyed my connections to my friends and my family.
But now, more than anything, I wish I could be back at the burrow. I wish I could sit beside the fire, playing Wizard's chess with my younger brothers. Merlyn, how I wish I could see my younger brother and sister. My last memories of Ron were of hearing that he became a prefect, and so arrogant was I that I tried to rip him away from his best friend. I should have known better.
Ron is a Weasley, and more of a Weasley than I'll ever be. When you try to tear a Weasley away from something he believes in, it only makes him hold on harder. Truth is, I didn't even believe in the Ministry's stance against Harry Potter, but again my selfish pride got in the way as I stood at Fudge's side. And for my arrogance, I may never have the chance to see Ginny become a Gryffindor Prefect, or Quidditch captain heaven forbid.
What was that stupid hat thinking when it sorted me into Gryffindor?
Voldemort has grown tired of hearing my screams. He is raising his wand now, ready to kill me off.
And now, I have one last wish. If I could take back only one thing out of all of the stupid things I have done…I wish I hadn't sent that sweater back to mum.
Voldemort and the few remaining Death Eaters at his side captured me on my way home from the Ministry.
By Merlyn, no one can ever know true pain until the Crucio Curse has been placed on you minute after minute, night after night.
And now as I beg for the merciless touch of death, I think of the numerous mistakes I've made in the last year alone. How many of them I wish I could take back.
I wish I could have seen through my own selfish pride. The truth is I was getting along so well on my own in the Ministry of Magic that I truly believed I was invincible, that no one could touch me. And I was so convinced of this belief that I destroyed my connections to my friends and my family.
But now, more than anything, I wish I could be back at the burrow. I wish I could sit beside the fire, playing Wizard's chess with my younger brothers. Merlyn, how I wish I could see my younger brother and sister. My last memories of Ron were of hearing that he became a prefect, and so arrogant was I that I tried to rip him away from his best friend. I should have known better.
Ron is a Weasley, and more of a Weasley than I'll ever be. When you try to tear a Weasley away from something he believes in, it only makes him hold on harder. Truth is, I didn't even believe in the Ministry's stance against Harry Potter, but again my selfish pride got in the way as I stood at Fudge's side. And for my arrogance, I may never have the chance to see Ginny become a Gryffindor Prefect, or Quidditch captain heaven forbid.
What was that stupid hat thinking when it sorted me into Gryffindor?
Voldemort has grown tired of hearing my screams. He is raising his wand now, ready to kill me off.
And now, I have one last wish. If I could take back only one thing out of all of the stupid things I have done…I wish I hadn't sent that sweater back to mum.