I expected it to happen, and almost welcomed it. Now I look as rotten as I am on the inside. The acid burned my nose, making the veins vulnerable and as the pressure builds they burst open and give me a nosebleed. The lower half of my face and the sink are covered in blood, but I can’t wash it away just yet. I need to suffer a bit more. Harry has already lost his parents, and here I am, I was his friend, I care so much about him. Yet I stand on the side of the enemy. I’m not a good person. He doesn't deserve this.