'Curse you Potter'
I think while floating in the void or wherever I am. I can't see, can't feel and can't move.
Nothing, endless nothing or maybe infinitesimally small. I don't know, how should I, I never died before.
...
'At least I think so' ... 'I'm not sure any more.'
'I should have hidden them better' ... 'or made more.'
I was right to fear Death, it's mind-numbingly boring.
'Wait, can I still use my Magic ?' ... 'No, of course not. Because that would mean I could at least do something.'
'Well, at least I can still think, and that means I am.'
'But, I don't know if I am still me. I can think clearer now' ... 'and I made a joke, strange...'
'Now that I think about it, my constant rage is also absent.' ... 'I don't think I like that change, it's another thing Death has taken from me.'
'First my life, second my senses, and now apparently my Emotions are also fading.'
Then I realise ... 'I'm fading.' ... 'My existence is slowly ending.'
'I am dying.' 'This is Death, the thing I feared most.'
'And, and I can't even muster any Emotion right now, everything was taken from me.'
'Well apparently everything except my ability to think.' 'Thank Merlin.'
'Hahaha...' 'I should be sad but I do-do not.' 'Do not? Isn't it, don't ?'
'Noooo, I my think ...'