Hi all. This is my first HP fic so please be gentle on me. Um I don't own Harry or any thing involved with him. That's J.K. Rowling.



This World of Mine

This world of mine is filled with pain. Everyone I know is gone. Why was this heavy burden left on me? Why should I suffer the worst fate of all? While everyone has gone to the angels I am left here, trapped in my own thoughts.

I can still hear the screams of all my friends. How he had tortured them all. If only I had gotten there in time. Maybe I could have saved them. Maybe.

If only Dumbledore was right. He told me I had the power to defeat Voldemort. He told me I had the power to save them all. And I believed him. I actually believed him! Sure I defeated Voldemort. But I got there to late. He already had them all. So I killed him. It was no consolation whatsoever. I always thought that when he was gone it would be a burden off my heart. But now my heart feels ten times heavier.

I can still smell the blood of all my friends. I can even feel their pain. A gift Voldemort had given me before he died. I can't blame him though it was my fault.

(gasp)

Hmm. What was that? It sounded like Ron! Now as I run I cling to the most important thing to me.

Hope.