Dear Diary (Book III)
When I was six, I watched my parents die viciously at the hands of a Death Eater. Then I was sent to live with my only remaining relative, who completely abandoned me after I'm Sorted into Gryffindor. It's okay, though. I have my two best friends, Fred and George Weasley.
She was laying motionless, barely breathing, in a steadily growing pool of blood. One of her legs had a gash that went down to the bone, her arm was almost detached from the shoulder, her hip was punctured and bleeding profusely, and her leg was broken so badly the bone was visible.
Shaking, George lifted her head in his hands. She was pale and cold, her eyes were closed and her pink lips were turning blue. Blood from her shoulder soaked his robes.