It's not mine. Last chapter, even though it isn't finished, because I don't think I'll have another one ready by tomorrow. And after tomorrow, I'll be dead.

To leave a letter or not? It's not as though there would be anybody who cared to read it, and there was so much I couldn't say in case it fell into the hands of a muggle. I don't know what to put in it anyway. I mean, what was there to say? I had nobody to say 'goodbye' to, nobody that I loved to let them know it wasn't their fault.

I lifted a hand up and ran it through my dark hair. It was disgustingly oily. I would wash it, but...

Well, the dead don't need clean hair.

I decided to write a note.

To whoever finds me.

I'm sorry I put you through the trauma of finding a dead body. If I felt I had any other viable option I wouldn't do this. This is the only way out.

I tried to do it the cleanest way, so hopefully it isn't too messy.

I have no living family member, and no friends. I don't care what happens to my body.

Goodbye for the final time.

Lacaille Malfoy.

That would do, I guess.

I looked at my collection of pills and potions, all sequestered away for this very moment. Many of the potions I had stolen from my family, when I was still living with them. The pills had been purchased from various pharmacies over many years.

I wasn't afraid.

The phone rang. I ignored it.

I selected a potion, but then realised that muggle authorities might find that suspicious.

I placed all of my magical paraphernalia in a box which I threw into the incinerator chute (yes, amazingly, my apartment block did have one of those).

It would have to be pills.

I gave up trying to decide which ones and just how many and decided to just take them all.

The phone rang. Again.

I ignored it. Again.

It kept ringing. It was an unknown number.

I still ignored it.

I took the pills. One at a time.

The phone kept ringing.

The world started to spin, so I sat on the couch. Everything went blurry. I heard frantic knocking at the door, and my name being called frantically.

They couldn't get in easily, and by the time they did it would be too late.

I drifted off towards death.

Goodbye.