I can't believe it. Crabbe is dead. He is gone for good. I've always considered Crabbe to be one of my best friends. Sure I might have looked up to Draco more, but when it came down to it, Draco wasn't my friend. In fact, we had nothing in common. It was Crabbe that had always been there for me.
Never again will we spend Christmas together. I will never get to play Quidditch with him again, and pulverize the other team. We will never bully anyone together again. Crabbe will never be there to help me when I need him. Most importantly, never again will we argue over who gets the last piece of cake or pie. Without him, I sort of feel all alone, but all the good times we had together will always last.
He is gone for good, and I can't help but feel it's my fault. If only I had spoken up and gotten Crabbe to leave Hogwarts while we still could, then he wouldn't be dead. If only we had gotten that stupid crown before Potter did, things would have turned out differently. If only I could have stopped him from performing that awful spell, Crabbe would have been alive, and things would have been different.
The battle is now over, and Saint Potter has won. What will I do with myself? For having fought against him, I am now an outcast. I am not only an outcast, but also friendless and all alone. Through all this gloom though, if I could just be forgiven and given a second chance, maybe things could change. I've seen what hate could do to people. I saw what it did to the death eaters, my family, and most importantly Crabbe. All hate leads to is death. I want to change. I don't want to end like Crabbe did. If only I was smart enough to know what to do.