Disclaimer: I own nothing (not that there is much to own).

Harry reflects.

I remember his death.

For days I cried.

For days I was angry.

At Dumbledore.

At Bellatrix.

At Voldemort.

At Umbridge.

For days it burned.

Now it's gone.

Why? How?

I have no feelings for her.

For Cho Chang.

I'm not supposed to.

But something's wrong.

There are NO feelings.

Nothing.

Nowhere.

I Think of my friends.

Nothing.

Hermione, Hagrid, Ginny, Ron.

Nothing there.

I think of my foes.

Nothing

Voldemort, Bellatrix, Malfoy.

No feelings.

For days it burned.

Was too much.

Burned out.

My feelings.

I have nothing left.

No purpose now.

I have to defeat HIM.

I will.

Why not.

But why?

I have to.

Otherwise many will die.

But I feel nothing.

Thinking of many.

And I'm not even concerned.

About feeling nothing.

I will defeat HIM.

Still, why?

Nothing left.

Feelings are ashes.

Emotion is void.

All dead.

All gone.