Walking in pace I came up to Dean. How will I face him?
"Hi." He said, his eyes puffed, his cheeks covered in tears.
"H-Hi." I said uneasily. I was going red. "I got to go. " I lied. I ran of to the boy's dormitories. I sat on my bed. Thinking of mercy. 'Voldemort let me go.' 'Why me' 'What about someone in slytherin' I thought. But no, Voldemort had chosen me. I starred outside, think about love and laughter, will I ever love with such guilt. I can laugh but will I, guilt carrying me off that track. Dumbledore said I hadn't killed her, but a little voice inside of my mind is saying 'You, you did it'. I can't stop hearing it. I have to do something, something good to make me, feel good.
I thought of something nice to do.
Help someone with there homework, no it's the holidays.
Donate to St Mungo's?
Try out for something I hate
I think I might donate to St Mungo's, I checked under my bed for some money, not much there.
2 gallons
4 knuts.
Hell.
Where did all my money go.
I carried the money in my pocket to Dumbledore. I knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked on the door again. No answer. Then Professor McGonagall came up to me.
"He's not here." She said. He must be finding a Horcrux.
"Where is he?" I asked.
"I can't tell you, Mr Weasley." She said.
"Well can I donate this to St Mungo's? " I asked.
"Okay." She said, taking the money out of my hand.
"Oh um." I said.
"What?" Profesor McGonagall answered, turning round to me.
"I hope he told you about what happened to Ginny." I spilled.
"Oh yes." She said as she stormed off. But that would be impossible, you can't be at two place's at once.
Impossible!
TJ l 121