Him
Fools.
The only word that describes them all. Fools. Didn't they know it was impossible to win the war when Voldemort recruited over ten thousand death eaters and dementors! For Merlin's sake, I don't even think the Weasel would have been stupid enough to go on that kind of suicide mission.
Sorry…Ron. He always hated it when I called him Wea- oh, what does it matter anymore? They're all fucking gone; dead. The only ones left are McGonagall and George Weasley. I have to admit, I feel some sort of sadness towards the bloke. His own brother, that prat Percy, turned to Voldemort at the last minute, and murdered Ginny, Fred, and finally Ron.
Bloody fucking coward! It's his fault everyone's dead! If he wouldn't have changed sides, he would not be dead. If he wouldn't have turned, he never would have launched himself at Percy. The dagger Percy concealed never would have gone through his stomach.
I wanted to stop him, really, I did. I knew not even the dumbest wizard would take on him unarmed. I even saw the dagger a second before; I was just too shocked to say anything. Maybe I'm the bloody coward. I could have stopped him for Merlin's sake!
I think my heart snapped in two, right then and there. I sure as hell know Hermione's did. Poor Hermione, I thought it was hard for me to see him and everyone else dead, but when she did, something not even closely resembling sanity flashed through her eyes. I thought she would be okay when she saw him, but once she saw Ron, she completely lost it. She muttered an ancient spell. I- I didn't even know exactly what it was; something from one of the books in Father's library, maybe. It created an explosion. More like, she created an explosion, taking half of the death eaters with her.
Two of the people I grew close to were dead; I nearly lost it right there. If it wasn't for Severus taking me to some members from the Order, I would have killed myself on the spot. They portkeyed me to Grimmuald Place, and they went back to fight a loosing battle.
That was the last time I saw any of them.
I tried to sleep it away, but the images of him in a pool of blood haunted me every time my eyes would close.
Fools.
And now, I am about to make the same foolish mistake. A mistake; just like it was a mistake for McGonagall to leave me here alone, while she went to the new Diagon Alley for some supplies. As the blade engraved the words into my arm, I engraved them into my mind.
I will be with you again, Harry.