Sometimes, when I look up at the sky, I feel small. I feel small in a universe that's just so big. It's kind of hard to accept that I'm so small sometimes. That what I'll leave behind won't make any impact on the earth; on the universe. It's true, though. I am small. I'm nothing. I don't matter; not one bit. No one cared whether I existed or not at the orphanage. Later at school, when I found out I was a witch, I thought that maybe, just maybe, I could do something; something great. But I was still nothing. No, that's not true. I was a practice dummy for the Slytherins; Nothing more. The sorting hat must have thought I had potential or something, though. I was a Ravenclaw. But if you asked Professor Flitwick if he had a student named 'Melanie Jade', he would have asked 'Who?'
I fought through the battle of Hogwarts. I died in the battle of Hogwarts. I never mattered. I was never mourned. I never will be. My family didn't care. No one at Hogwarts cared. So it didn't matter whether my red dyed body was found. Or whether I even had a cross, or a stone or something that said something about me. I was just one person who died. An unimportant person at that. Then again, why even listen to my soul complain. We all die in the end. Because we all die in the end.