..We found the letter clutched in Harrys cold,unmoving hand,close to his heart.
In his other hand,he was holding a pistol,which was still held to his head.
It was a pretty gruesome sight, Harrys corpse.
His blood was spilled all around him, just one hole in his head,showing the bullets entry but not exit.
Remus read the letter first, as I stood and just...looked at Harry.
He couldn't be dead.
He couldn't!
He was my first friend.
Sometimes,I even wondered if he was my only.
I loved him,in my sisterly way,but it seems I never showed that. Not really.
I MISS HIM.
It's been 3 months since he killed himself.
Voldemort's dead,like he promised,
the Wizarding World is being rebuilt.
But it lacks something.
Something important.
It lacks Harry.