Hi! Ok, this is the first Harry Potter fanfic I publish. They are just short stories about the characters, things we have not read in the books or seen in the movies and I thought it would be nice to write.
Here you have the first and, as you can see, it is called "Guilty".
By the way, I speak Spanish, so English is a foreing language to me...I did my best, but tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or something.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and I'm not making money with this, I'm just writing for fun.
Enjoy! :) And review, please!
Guilty
When he saw them, he had to bite his lip to stop himself from crying. All of them were laying there, one next to the other, with pale faces and lifeless, empty eyes. They were dead. And it was his fault.
He was the one who hadn't surrendered, who hadn't fought enough. And because of that, fifty people had died; fifty friends, brothers, fathers and sons. He felt as if he had killed them.
Harry had to bite his own tongue until he hurt himself, so he would not scream while he stared at the empty eyes of Fred Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Remus Lupin and so many others who had given their lives to save the Wizarding World…to save him.
He had never felt worse.
Beside him, Ron was trying not to cry. Hermione was pale and her hand was entwined with his, comforting him, supporting him.
But nobody understood how Harry felt.
He had killed those people. It was his fault.
And he would never forgive himself for that.