The Light is over.

The War is over, too.

Yet the suffering is not.

No.

The suffering has just begun.

The tears and screams of pain…

Have just begun.

And what can I do to stop it?

Nothing…

Harry closed his eyes. The memories did not fade away. It still hurt, right down in the bottom of his heat. He gasped, clutching the cheap biro in his hand as if it were a lifeline. It did not stop the tears. He wept quietly, resting his head on the table. Wishing for the pain to just go away, wishing for the demons that seemed to have it in for his life to just cast him into the darkness.

It did not work.

The pain remained. And Harry, choking on his sobs, continued writing.

The Light is over.

What am I to do?

Nothing.

There is nothing I can do.

What was is no more. There is nothing left. Nothing.

I am defeated, and it will only be so long before He comes and hunts me down.

I am defeated.

'I'm so, so sorry,' mumbled Harry, shaking his head. 'I'm sorry everyone. Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Sirius… Everyone. I'm sorry, Draco.'

He shivered, casting a suspicious eye around the darkness. Hogwarts was no longer safe. Soon He would come. Soon Harry would die.

That was a comforting thought.

I have seen the only people who I have ever known and loved die at the hands of Him.

But soon I shall be released from this prison.

That is a comforting thought.

I'm sorry, Draco.

But are you even alive to know that?

Is anyone left?

I'm sorry.

Screams echoed from above, cut suddenly short. The silence was worse than anything Harry had ever heard. He gasped, wiping the fresh flow of blood from his forehead.

'They're here,' he whispered to the black. 'He has come for me.'

And, he thought sadly, I never even had a chance to say Goodbye.

I'm sorry for everything.

I'm sorry for failing you.

I failed my own destiny.

I am NOT Harry Potter.

Harry Potter would have saved the world.

I have merely made it worse.

Far, fare worse.

And I am sorry.

'Mr Potter…' hissed a chill voice from what seemed like Everywhere. 'Come out, come out, where ever you are.'

Harry choked, backing away against the wall. A light flickered. It did not help. Nothing would now, least of all light. For there was none.

'No, not yet. Not yet. I haven't said goodbye.'

And Draco, if you are alive to read this, I am sorry most of all to you.

For I never told you.

I waited.

Until the War was over, and Darkness had been safely destroyed.

Yet that was not so.

I'm sorry.

'As you wish, Mr Potter. It does not matter. I have all the time in the world, thanks to you.'

I love you, Draco.

Goodbye…

The Light is over.

The Darkness has Won.