I'm doing this.
I'm getting rid of this cursed necklace forever, or until someone else destroys it.
The poison doesn't make this any easier, the sour bile taste, the thin soupy texture coating the insides out my cheeks.
But that's not the worst of it, being dragged down by spindly, decaying hands into dark water isn't too bad.
The worst is knowing I'll never see my brother again.
Sirius.
Sirius who treated me just the same annoying but lovable brother I was in front of his gryffindor friends.
Sirius who hexed a group of older slytherins for picking on me.
Sirius who fought tooth and nail to not become a deatheater.
Sirius who left to his best friends house without bringing me.
Sirius who left me.
Sirius who won't know how I died.
No one will, except for Kreacher. And I don't particularly care about anyone else, they can think what they want.
Except for Sirius, laying here, bones weak from the poison and arms covered in claw marks, I wish I had told Sirius the truth.
The water's getting murky, I will die in less than two minutes.
Maybe I'll go to heaven, or even damned to hell. Maybe I'll come back as a Hogwarts ghost, be the second drowned one. Or maybe I'll just be fish food.
But I have to go now.
Goodbye everyone.