It's over, the war is finally over. I've defeated the darkest wizard in the world. I should be happy right? Well, I'm not.
I've dedicated my whole life to killing Voldemort, but was it worth it? I mean, sure it probably was, I would be dead otherwise, and so would millions of other people. I just don't know if it was worth it. I've spent my entire life so far trying to kill him; I haven't even really got a proper education.
All of my years at Hogwarts something bad has happened involving him: he tried to get the Sorcerers Stone, he opened the Chamber of Secrets, Sirius came out of Azkaban and Peter escaped and went to join him, one of his Death Eaters put my name in the Goblet of Fire and Voldemort came back, the fight we had at the Ministry, and of course, who could forget Dumbledore's death.
I've also skipped my entire seventh year to go hunt down the Horcruxes. Now I can never be an auror because I never took my N.E.W.T.'s.
Voldemort's dead, I've killed him. Sure the fame is nice but it gets old. My life is rather boring now because I don't have to come up with a plan to thwart Voldemort's next evil scheme.
I think that's the only thing I'll ever be good at. I almost wish I had let him live, just to work more to stop him.
It would have been nice to just live a normal life; to have two parents and not always get so much attention. I would've had a full education and be an auror now. Maybe Snape wouldn't have been so cruel towards me. Then maybe I could've gotten to know him for the great man that he was.
It must have been awful for him to be so mean to someone he liked so much.
Maybe we could've been friends and Voldemort wouldn't have suspected anything because I would not have been "The Boy Who Lived."
But there's no way that can ever happen. I've dedicated my whole life to killing Voldemort, but now that he's gone, I feel useless.