Promises
Chapter 9
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER
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The graduation was a somber one.
Dumbledore was dead.
The school seemed darker than it had been before.
How do you go on when everything you know, everything you love, has been shattered?
What am I supposed to do now?
I'm alive. I wasn't supposed to be alive.
Me and him, it was supposed to be. Or was it me or him?
I can't even remember.
I'll be remembered forever when all I really want is to fade away.
How can the world be so happy when so many people have died?
The deaths of thousands are on my shoulders, because I wasn't fast enough.
Because I killed them. All of them.
I had to. If I hadn't, more would have died.
I don't want this. I don't want to be remembered as a hero when all I am is a murderer.
I can't hear.
I can't see
Voices, accusing, screaming at me.
Faces of people I knew, people I loved, people I hated, but still people.
They can teach you everything about killing, but when the aftermath comes...
Sitting in the common room, I hear the portrait open.
I hear her voice.
"Harry?"
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