Chapter 1 - Harry

I suppose I should have realised that it would happen eventually. Still, as I sat slumped in the bottom of the pit, I wished I could go back and undo it all. I could have prevented this whole war... if I'd killed him when I'd had the chance. I'd had so many chances, and yet I blew them all. I looked over at Ron, who was slumped against the rocky wall, head down as he snored, and Hermione, who was looking up at the opening at the top of the pit and muttering. The light seemed impossibly out of reach, though I knew Hermione was probably racking her brains for a way out. I looked down at the sleeping girl who was weighing down my shoulder. I knew that Ginny would deny the fact that she ever slept in a life-or-death situation such as this, but she had spent the first two days screaming abuse at the faces of the mocking Death Eaters high above us, and she was exhausted. We hadn't had food in days, and our energy was wearing down. Not that it mattered now, of course: the bomb was due to explode any day now, and we had no hope of survival. Still, there's no harn in hoping...