I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to say.
I say, really?
Sorry I choked your aunt to death, Harry?
Sorry I got her blood everywhere, Harry?
Sorry I made you have that dream and made you See it somehow and likely went mad for a bit, Hermione?
Sorry, but I don't want either of you near me on account of how buggered up I am cos it'll rub off on you?
I've just wanted to be by myself and no one will let me be. I don't want to talk
about this shite. I told them once and I told Bill and Charlie once and that's it. I know Gin wants to ask me and I know Mum and Dad and everybloodyone else on the sodding planet wants to know but I just don't want to talk about it.
I don't want to think about it.
I've half a mind to perform a Memory Charm on myself.
It'd be better than looking at my face in the mirror every day and knowing that not only did I kill someone but I also gave my best mate a death sentence.