I'm Sorry
I'm so sorry, Harry. I knew that the battle was nearly over, and that we had won, but I got careless. I was happy and distraught at the same time. I knew Dumbledore was dead, but I ran to him anyway. I knew Lucius Malfoy was hiding somewhere, and I essentially ran towards my own death. I'm sorry that I never told you I love you. I'm sorry that I never told you how I felt. I do love you, Harry, even if you didn't know it. Not Ron, not Viktor, you, and only you. I am NOT sorry, though, that I love you. I do love you, Harry.
There is so much pain . . . it fills the world.
I saved myself for you, Harry, and somehow knowing that you and I will never share that hurts worse than anything else.
I can see you . . .
You have a future, while I do not. You must do everything you can to go on, Harry. None of this was your fault. If I hadn't been so stupid, I could be with you now.
Harry, I love you . . . but Oh God, it hurts so much! I can't talk, but I see you. I hope you can hear me . . . and I hope you understand.