It all started when I was a boy, just an innocent little boy that wanted to please my father. I wanted to make him proud. Was that so wrong?

"I’m sorry, Draco," came the last whisper that I heard before I was welcomed into the greyness that awaited the rest of my life, only to be interrupted by the tortured screams and the horrible memories rolling around inside my own head. One last thought occurred to me, that would torture me almost as much as the dementors...