She loves me she loves me not she loves me she loves me not . . .

My fault? I thought I could make a difference. I thought I could save someone.

Thereby saving yourself? If you saved her, would that fix your mother's death? If you saved them all, would that make your father come back?

Is that your excuse?

I am a mirror, Harry. You said it yourself.

she loves me she loves me not she loves me she loves me not . . .

But if we are all mirrors, then maybe I am reflecting you. Maybe it is your need to be forgiven by your father that you see in me. Maybe my father was an asshole, maybe he was a drunk, and maybe his abandonment of us was our liberation, and not our prison. Maybe it was the only—selfless act he ever performed. Maybe we don't miss me.

She did. Why else did she put the spike in her arm and chase after him?

she loves me she loves me not she loves me she loves me not . . .

Because you wouldn't stop talking to her.

she loves me . . .