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"Reflecting on my past life, and it doesn't have much time…"
I laid on the cold stone floor; I could feel goose bumps rising on my skin as I thought of my faith today. Silent tears crawled on my face, as I tried to figure out what they would do to me. I did not blink; I allowed my eyes scan the last room I would ever see anymore.
I could see snow falling outside, not much, but just, as if a gift from God to me, on my last day.
"I am ever so deeply sorry that you have to go through this," said my left side neighbour, I did not know.
"It is not your fault," I muttered.
"I was part of it too, you know," he said again, in a deep slow tone of his.
"I acted alone," I said in my I-do-no-want-to-talk tone.
"No," he whispered, "you weren't acting alone, and you know it."
"Yes, what ever, what is done is done, cannot change my deadliest sin," I hissed coldly. Three weeks in this bloody cage had done something awful to my mind, I could not think clearly and I had become cold, as cold as ice. I felt like my soul had left me forever, and been replaced with an other, a soul I did not recognize to be mine.
"It was worth it," he tried to sound comforting and tried hard not to make him angry, but no use.
"I loved her, how betrayed I felt when I found out. Fiercely I did what I was told to do! NOT thinking of any the bloody consequences of it!" I screamed, my face went completely re, and I heard my words echo through the lonely corridors. The man had fallen dead silent, everyone was silent, and I could only hear someone humming a depressing slow mantra, from far away.
Silence.
Reflecting on my past life, the happy thoughts only were cruising through my mind, and these were only the times I had spend at Hogwarts. Seven years at Hogwarts, seemed like ages to me, at those times, I was famous, I was a star, the boy who lived. Now? What am I now? Draco is correct, the infamous person. I enjoyed life form of being famous; sometimes I had wished that I was just like the others, ordinary. Now, I have learned to miss those happy years, and I cannot accept as true that I am actually missing the Dursleys. Three years ago, just three, I graduated from school, the happiest day of my whole life, and now, this is the most despondent, depressive, gloomiest and the most horrifying day of my fucking lifetime.
I cannot believe I actually had survived this past three weeks here, with only water and some little food. It seemed like years, just being here, not allowed to see the sunlight.
Flashes of my deadliest sin:
She laughed at me, called me a sweetheart. I flushed with anger and rage. I saw her teary eyes when I hold my wand up high, on her breast level. She told me she did not have any choice, and she was sorry. Nevertheless, I could see it in her, she was such a bad liar, and she could not even lie to save her own life. I yelled at her, told her that how could she do this to me after all these years? She told me the truth this time, she told me the reason, I knew that was the truth, I had heard it before. However as shocking it sounded when Draco had told me with his little smirking face, it was three times harder to hear it coming out from her. After her speech, right after when she had finished, I had only one word to say to her, and that was; "Curcio!"
I watched her body fell on the floor, for hours I watched, and waited how long she could take this torture; I saw her crying, her eyes screaming at me "I am not sorry what I did." Then, three hours went passed and she fell limb on the floor, dead. I sat next to her, seeing the blood vanishing from her face, I touched her pale skin and it was freezing, cold as winter, and cold as ice, what is worse; cold as my soul.