The End of the End

Why must this always happen to me? The people I love the most...die! I could never get over my parents' death.

Would you?

But I lived on.

When Sirius died, I almost went insane. But I still had Ron and Hermione.

At least I thought I did.

In out 6th year war erupted.One night, Voldemort found me.

I knew it was my end. Strangely, I was happy. I'd get to see Sirius, my parents.

But Ron was there.Stupid Ron, trying to save me.

Instead of me getting the Avada Kedrava, Ron jumped in front and took it for me.

And I left him there. I just turned and ran. Ran away from Hogwarts, and the war and the wizarding world.

Stupid git Ron.

I lived in the Shrieking Shack, isolated. Alone. Lupin visited once.To bring me the news.

Hermione was dead.Lucius Malfoy killed her during a raid.

That was a week ago.

Now, I walk towards the icy lake. The people I love will no longer die.

I will fall gracefully into the lake, serenley slipping under. The icy rush will surround me as my oxygen is cut off completely.

I will no longer be The Boy Who Lived.

Because I will be dead.