I knew this was a possibility at the beginning, but I never believed it would actually happen.
Harry, my Harry, their Harry, is really, truly, gone.
I had promised him we'd be a family one day, and I broke it. We never got to be a family, like we wanted.
I followed Dumbledore and the Minister as they talked, Harry in Dumbledore's arms. Of course the Minister doesn't believe Voldemort's back, he's an idiot.
I wonder if Dumbledore will reform the Order? If he does, he'll need a safehouse. I know the perfect place but, I wouldn't go back there under any circumstances.
Almost any circumstances.
If Harry were here I would.
But he's not.
He's dead.
He's dead like James and Lily.
And it's the rat's fault.