I made one enormous, unforgivable mistake, and now I must live the rest of my life paying for that mistake.
There is no healing.
There is no comfort.
Just the knowledge that I screwed up royally and, no matter how much I may wish it, I can never take it back
I wanted to be Fawkes, rising from the ashes, reborn.
But Dumbledore remains mostly silent.
And when He does speak, it isn't words of comfort.
I am not the chosen one.
I will not die then rise again.
The poison is in me.
It's IN me.
Killing me slowly.
And Dumbledore isn't here to help me...