Their Own Battle

As the second ticks by, the more the tears kept falling down my face, the harder it was for me to breath, I simply can't do this. Behind me, I heard the encouraging "you can do this", "now is your chance to rid of you know who", "come on take the shot". Even his face is encouraging me in this moment. But I can't, I simply can't.

All I can hear in this moment is "Savior this Savior that, Savior, Savior, Savior" what about just Harry?, I was only eleven, why? Why all this burden, all this fate, all these expectations? I'm only a child, I can't do this.

I threw away my wand and simply collapsed on the floor with more tears running down my face, I finally broke down.