For those of you unfamiliar with the format, a drabble is a very short story - exactly 100 words.

Disclaimer: The characters herein do not belong to me, they belong to J.K. Rowling. I simply have borrowed them for non-profit purposes. I own nothing but a laptop and a lot of yarn...
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They watch me.

Day, night, they're always there.

I see their faces before me every waking moment, and they haunt my dreams at night. The ones I couldn't save.

I wish they were angry with me. They should be. I failed them all. I didn't get there quickly enough, I couldn't send a warning in time, something happened that meant I could only watch as Lord Voldemort and my fellow underlings rejoiced in their gruesome deaths.

But they aren't angry with me.

Not one of them.

They know I tried.

And their pity is far worse punishment than any anger.

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