How am I going to blame this one on Voldemort?
I've just used the Avada Kedavra on Lucius Malfoy. I'm proud, and so is everyone else, or at least they pretend to be. It's strange, I never thought I would feel this way. Guilty. The way they all shuffle away and avert their eyes. They're ashamed and worried. Hermione especially. I rather think she fancies me, but is afraid of what I might become.
It was so easy, a simple curse. You just have to reallywant the person gone. I suppose it does help that Lucius was half-dead already, thanks to Azkaban. I wonder if I could do it again? On Bellatrix Black, vengeance for Sirius. Or on Draco maybe. The stupid prat, he deserves it.
On that note, I do feel guilty. I've taken away Draco's father. I'm no better than Voldemort, really. Maybe worse! I mean, I'd never met my father, but Draco had his. Always there. Except, now he's not. Because I killed him. I killed him! I could go to Azkaban! I've been in trouble with the Ministry since practically my first year at Hogwarts, and this - oh no. Where's Dumbledore when you need him? Who's going to bail me out this time? I was a right git to Scrimgeour, 'Dumbledore's man to the end'. Hah. What good is Dumbledore now the end has come?
No, I shouldn't think that, I mean, what if Dumbledore's ghost is lurking nearby?
I need a snog. Not that anyone would snog me, I'm a killer. I wonder where Cho is .. She was always good for a quick snog, or a shag in the corner. It was once. Don't look at me like that. Cho was too emotional for my taste, though. Whining about Cedrick and whatnot.
"Cedrick's dead Cho dear."
Like Lucius. Oh dear. Poor Draco. And what about Draco's mother? She was in a right state, sobbing and leaning over Lucius. 'Lucius, wake up, wake up!' Poor woman. I do hope she isn't too shoken up, after all, Lucius was in Azkaban for the past three years, she should have gotten used to not having him around by now, surely?
I'm a right prat. Explaining everything away with the swish of a wand. How sad. Mrs. Weasley is the only person who doesn't seem oddly wary around me. Maybe because she didn't see me kill Mr. Malfoy.
There, I said it. I killed him.
Oh, did you really? I think everyone's gotten the idea by now, you great git.
Oh no, now I've got three voices in my head. The first of which sounds like me, the second like a nasally Hermione, and that last one sounded oddly like Draco Malfoy.
You know, you really shouldn't attach people to the voices in your head, Harry. And I do not sound nasally.
I think I've offended one of my voices. Stupid girl. Wait - stupid delusional manifestation of a girl's voice. Yeah, that sounds right, I think.
Six or so hours later
Fuck. My head. Those voices really need to learn to shut their traps. Hardly slept at all.
I took some of those handy muggle pills that make your head feel better.
Recommended by Nasally Voice. Yes, I named them. Now shove your mouth before I kill you too. GAH. I'm turning into a raving murderous git.
I need more of those fucking pills.
Okay. I've taken three more. I don't I'm supposed too. The bottle says something about not exceeding six in twenty four hours. I've taken, oh dear, seven in the past three hours.
That's not good. Not good at all. Oi. I'm tired all the sudden. Shit. Double shit.
Nighty night