Hi People! I'm not dead! Sorry I haven't been on lately. New school years are rough in the beginning. But I have a one-shots for you!
I own nothing.
The Eighteenth Floor
Nine and eighteen.
Just numbers earlier.
But a lifeline to you now.
It's all my fault.
I was stupid enough to not wait and ask Dumbledore.
Now you're dead and I haven't seen you since that day.
Why'd you have to go?
Didn't you love me?
Were my relatives right about me?
I don't know, but I will soon.
Remus hasn't left me but I know I won't be around waiting.
He says he loves me but he doesn't.
Is loving someone just letting them live in a cupboard for eleven years?
I don't know because no one ever loved me.
I hope you'll forgive me for this.
Not just you but the whole wizarding world.
I've just been a weapon to use on Voldemort.
But no one will get to use me again.
You want to know why?
Because here, at this window on the eighteenth floor.
I'm going to open the window and jump.
Malfoy might sneer and say I'm a coward but it's just too hard.
I'll see you soon Padfoot.
Tell mum and dad I'm coming.
I'm sorry Ron and Hermione.
I just can't take it.
But please, win the war for me.
Make sure the new Marauders Gred and Forge continue pranking.
And pray that Moony can live in peace for once.
With no Full Moon waiting and no more painful transformations.
My relatives were right.
I don't deserve to live.
Goodbye everyone.