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A/N: I'm new to writing fan fiction so please bear with me. Thanks!

To Anyone Who Cares

Love.

That all I want, no, that's all I need. But it's just so hard. Nobody really wants to love me. Not after what I did. I wouldn't want to love me either. I wouldn't even like me.

I don't like me. How could anyone love a murderer?

That's right, a murderer, that's what I am.

I should've stopped myself. But no, I was so angry that I didn't even notice what was going on around me. I should have noticed though, it would have stopped me from doing what I did.

He was pleading. Pleading for something that a part of me is pleading for now. But why should I give myself something that when wanted by someone else, I turned him down.

I said no to my best friend. You are all probably wondering why I called him my best friend. Well he was, he did more for me than he knew. Or will ever know, because of me.

But if you're reading this, it's too late. Too late to tell me anything, too late to do anything to me. I assure you, whatever you wanted to do or say, I have probably already said it or done it to myself.

And whatever you do don't think this was your fault. Not that you would. Not that anybody would.

I'm not even sorry anymore about what I'm about to do. Why was I even sorry in the beginning? My time on this earth passed away when Ron did.

Well, you know what they say: an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth.

One last time, goodbye,

Harry