These walls mock me. I used to feel so safe behind them, but they took him from me. I fought for a better future but I have won pain. Dumbledore would tell me it's because I loved him, I wish I hadn't loved him. If I had never met the red haired man lying motionless in the Great Hall I wouldn't feel the pain I do now. He would have been just another brave soul lost to a cruel war. But he's not just another dead soldier, I died with him. I haunt these halls like a ghost, empty and lifeless. I have won a battle and lost another. A battle with pain and grief, and now I am more dead than he is. His spirit will go on but I will remain here, rooted to this earth, a shell of what I once was. The walls were once a comfort but now they hold me prisoner.
A/N: So after a long hiatus I got decided to go back through my account and look through all my works. I made a ton of grammar errors which I'm now correcting in some of my shorter works. Seriously though I was 12 years old when I originally wrote this. Why was I so emo? At that point in my life I didn't even know anyone who died.