Don't ask me what this is… Really. Don't. Because I have no idea what this is, haha. It's kinda sad, so…
Well…
I own nothing!
-"-
He kept shooting spells.
There was nothing else he could do.
This was war.
Pure evil war.
Didn't that sound a bit too contradicting?
Hermione.
He couldn't find her.
He had to protect her.
Where was she?
Is she dead?
Is she alive?
Is she hurt?
Have I failed to protect?
He really believed he was not going to survive.
I'm going to die.
Hermione.
Where are you?
Please be alive.
Please come and tell me I have not failed.
I can't defeat this Death Eater.
He is tired.
Really tired.
He just wants to sleep.
To just sit down and stop fighting.
Hermione.
Are you okay?
He's losing.
He's just losing.
He can't defeat that Death Eater.
He can't defeat the exhaustion.
He can't defeat the sadness.
He can't defeat the worry.
Hermione.
I'm tired.
I need you.
I can't do this anymore.
Please.
Hermione.
Save me.
-"-
So, what do you think?
Pretty weird, huh?