So, I checked earlier, and I've gotten over 1,000 hits to this story. I am very happy about this, and encourage everyone to keep on reading! I wanted to say thank you before everyone read this chapter, so yeah, thanks! Now, sorry if this is sad, but I added it in anyway. (And also sorry if this is kind of short, but I wanted to keep it dramatic and stuff.) So, onto the chapter!
He sat, alone, brown eyes teared up.
He was flipping through an old photo album.
To think, all the best people in life die.
He was thinking too morbid. Lee Jordan had come up earlier to check on him.
'Leave me be. S'not like I'll be going anywhere.' Lee looked at his friend with concern.
'Mate-'
'Leave me be.'
That was that. Lee left, closing up the shop as he did. That was maybe, over 12 hours ago? He pulled out the photo albums, going through them, shivers going down his spine as he saw the loved ones he lost.
Everyone else has moved on. Why can't I? The last time I saw my family was when I heard Harry proposed. They all have great lives. Even without me in it.
He started up these thoughts again. He had to stop. He might do something he might regret.
Unless, I wasn't here to regret it.
Stop. He got the thoughts racing again.
'FRED!' His twin brother was cold, a smile etched on his face. 'FRED!' He heard someone yelling, and soon, he was at his side. He glanced up, seeing Harry, shielding him from an attack. The determination in his face. If only he had gotten there a minute earlier.
He remembered the night too vividly. His family crying, loved ones, all dead around him. And Harry, standing there, unable to help.
If only he had been there. Maybe this is his fault.
That thought had run through his mind over and over again, until he convinced himself that it was true.
It's his fault my brother is gone! He had to get there a minute late!
No. He stopped himself before he got too angry.
Ginny would end my life if I put a hand on him. They'll be back soon.
He was right. They would be boarding the train, the train him and his brother used to ride.
I wish I was dead. This pain was over.
The moment the idea popped into his head, it was set into motion.
How?
That was one question.
Will it hurt?
There was another.
Will people miss me?
All the while, he thought of this, getting a picture of his family, happy together, all of them together. Before the battle. The battle that killed more people then had died that night.
Goodbye world. I hope people remember me.
The chair fell, and the rope tightened. The world became darker, slowly fading, until there was nothing left.