Fact

Hmph.

I recall our teacher, Mrs Hart, telling us the differences between a fact and an opinion. “A fact is true!” She yelled in her high-pitched voice, “an opinion is not!” I consider the sentence ‘Today is your day to die’ an opinion. That appeared on a calendar for facts. I flip the calendar back to the page before, and found a fact: 'Elephants can remember things for a very, very long time.' Fact.

I drag my stare off the 'fact', turning back to the date. May 2, I should be celebrating Voldemort's death. And plus, it's Saturday, I get to be online.

So I sent a post celebrating the death of the greatest(a bit of a tosser really) villain ever appeared in the wizarding world. I found my mind floating to that calendar, I couldn't help myself.

Must be a prank, I thought, forcing myself to turn my thoughts to the Marauders and the Weasley twins. But thinking of Fred Weasley only made me more concerned about it.

On May 2, these people died:

Voldemort

Fred Weasley

Tonks

Lupin

Colin Creevy

Severus Snape

...

The list goes on. I was horrified when a voice calls out in my mind, ringing at my ear, “You might be next!”

I took a nap. My target was to rest a bit and throw away all thoughts, and I failed tragically.

I had a dream. In the dream, I saw Albus Dumbledore, standing in front of me. Smiling. Then I remembered, that in a popular fan theory, Dumbledore is Death.

Death is right in front of me.

I woke up.

Scared.

It may really be a fact. I spit at myself for that thought.

My mind's a mess, a real mess. Incredible mess.

Like, the mess of a room that needed cleaning weeks ago. Like the mess of all toddlers crying in a kindergarten.

One of my favourite lines from Dumbledore was, “Of course it happened in your mind, but why can't it be true?”

It's gotten more and more creepy.

But ‘you’ can be anyone, right? I tried to think logically. Anyone who reads the calendar. You're a twelve-year-old like me, or you're an old people in your eighties, you read it and believed it, today will be your day of death. I thought of Hermione’s comment to the Grim, and I completely calmed down. Grim made them die, so just ignore it, don't believe in it. Calendar fact be damned.

Hermione’s a real genius.

I wonder how many people saw this, got frightened, had a messy mind, wasn't careful, and got into some accident and really - like what the calendar told you - died. They believed in the fact, in the Grim.

I don't care anyway.

11:59. P.m.

My mind is a waveless ocean. At ease.

12:00.

I'm not dead. I'm alive.

Nice.

You can accomplish a thing simply by believing that you can. Things can happen simply by that you believe it can happen. Interesting fact.