Memories
How I wish to get rid of them
I can't help see him in my dreams
A green flash before my eyes

He throws himself right in front of me
The curse hits him
He falls to the ground

I watch in horror as Voldemort Disapparates
Tears fall down from my eyes
They splattered over his dead body
I can't help it

I carry his dead body
Up to his room
I lie him him there
Covering him under the sheets

The reenforcements come
I tell them,
"The boy who lived is gone."
They shed tears
And pray for him

At the funeral
Photos of him surround his casket
Ron and I shed tears
After the funeral
We say our farewells

Before I pull out my wand
And whisper
Avada Kedavra
at myself

And watch my body crumple to the ground