I did not fail myself.
I died a hero, a smile still plastered across my face. I had just won the Triwizard Cup for my school, why would I not be happy. It was one thing being popular but it was a whole different deal to have been chosen the Hogwarts champion. Ofcourse, I wasn’t the only champion. But I was chosen to represent Hogwarts before someone hoodwinked the Goblet of Fire.
I died a winner. A proud Hufflepuff.
My only regret?
I could never hug and celebrate with my dad on winning the Triwizard Tournament.
That will pain me forever.