Traitor's Heart- HP
Betrayal; I have been betrayed by my own traitorous heart. I should not have taken pity upon the boy, and now my kindness has been my undoing. I should not have let love sink its talons into my soul. Once love has found its purchase, it is very difficult to break free from its grasp. A moment of weakness on my part, and suddenly I am running away, to all appearances a traitor. They have called me many things in the past, including traitor, and now it would seem that they are right. I have killed the one man who believed in me when no one else would. Perhaps I am a monster.
Albus would say that I am not to blame for my actions, that his death was unavoidable. He would thank me for keeping my promise. He would insist that I could not have done differently. He would claim that his death was for the greater good. Tell me, what good could possibly come from murdering my only salvation? I have snuffed out the life of the greatest wizard ever to grace the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, the most beloved Headmaster. I have done a terrible thing, for someone who is less than a man and more of a monster. Does that make me a monster, Albus?
You sat in your office nearly a year ago, as I confessed my Unbreakable Vow. I could not see any way out of taking the oath without jeopardizing my position. I sought your understanding, and received your forgiveness. You were the one who told me that the work I did for the Order was of the utmost importance, that your death would serve a greater purpose. You told me that your sacrifice, like Lily’s, would protect Potter. I did not understand then. You made me promise to take your life when the moment came.
I hated you for it. How could you ask this of me, knowing I’d die for you? Your response was that I was the only Order member capable of the task. You would rather die by my hand than let the Dark Lord win.
As I stand by your lifeless body, unseen, this I vow. By my very last breath, the Dark Lord will fall. All that I have learned will continue to be leaked to the Order, as I attempt to weaken the Death Eaters from the inside. Let me be your subtle knife, your slow-acting poison. Let Potter hate me with every fiber of his being. It will be all the more convincing.
If Potter is the salvation of our world, then the world must believe that I have been seduced by the darkness. If my reputation must suffer in order for the Dark Lord to be defeated, then so be it. It does not matter anymore what anyone else thinks. The only person’s opinion that mattered to me was yours.
Goodbye, old friend.
Albus would say that I am not to blame for my actions, that his death was unavoidable. He would thank me for keeping my promise. He would insist that I could not have done differently. He would claim that his death was for the greater good. Tell me, what good could possibly come from murdering my only salvation? I have snuffed out the life of the greatest wizard ever to grace the hallowed halls of Hogwarts, the most beloved Headmaster. I have done a terrible thing, for someone who is less than a man and more of a monster. Does that make me a monster, Albus?
You sat in your office nearly a year ago, as I confessed my Unbreakable Vow. I could not see any way out of taking the oath without jeopardizing my position. I sought your understanding, and received your forgiveness. You were the one who told me that the work I did for the Order was of the utmost importance, that your death would serve a greater purpose. You told me that your sacrifice, like Lily’s, would protect Potter. I did not understand then. You made me promise to take your life when the moment came.
I hated you for it. How could you ask this of me, knowing I’d die for you? Your response was that I was the only Order member capable of the task. You would rather die by my hand than let the Dark Lord win.
As I stand by your lifeless body, unseen, this I vow. By my very last breath, the Dark Lord will fall. All that I have learned will continue to be leaked to the Order, as I attempt to weaken the Death Eaters from the inside. Let me be your subtle knife, your slow-acting poison. Let Potter hate me with every fiber of his being. It will be all the more convincing.
If Potter is the salvation of our world, then the world must believe that I have been seduced by the darkness. If my reputation must suffer in order for the Dark Lord to be defeated, then so be it. It does not matter anymore what anyone else thinks. The only person’s opinion that mattered to me was yours.
Goodbye, old friend.