Hey you guys. This is a short one shot, but I couldn't rest until I written this. I hope this is good.
I do not own Harry potter
Playlist:
Perfect by P!nk
New Divide by Linkin Park
May my sins carry me deep
My heart, it weeps
at the sins I did
the lives lost
all on my hand
I don't know when I came up with the idea of going to the Dark Lord.
Though, I know this.
I know that know I am the Dark Lords servant, for a while, Severus Snape's servant, the one who betrayed Lily and James Potter, the one who send Sirius Black to Azcaban, the one who killed Cedric Diggory, the one who betrayed the Order.
Everyday, since that day, I tried to remember my old self. The person who would prank countless of people, the one who worked to exhaustion to try to become a Animigi, the one who risk my life at every full moon just to help keep the sanity of my ex-friend. The one who trailed James, Sirius and Remus.
Where did he go, I ask myself, or you may ask me. Truthfully, I don't know. I think he might have gone the moment when Lily and James Potter died, knowing that I sent them to there death.
The day in the Shrieking Shack.
I was a coward. I knew, deep inside, that I deserved to die. But I plead for my life, and in the end I escaped, using the distraction when my old friend turned into a werewolf.
I also knew that it would be better to stun me, but I didn't say anything.
I knew that going to the Dark Lord would not be wise. But I feared for my life, not other people's life. I threatened other people's life, just to save my own. I knew that I would just become a Servant. For I am a Grryfindor, not a pureblood, and not rich. Didn't come from a famous family. Wasn't brave.
But I did it anyways.
So here I am, the traitor rat, ready to go down to check on Ron Weasly and Harry Potter, to see what is the noise.
And not going to help them escape, for I knew that the silver hand, replace of the hand I sacrifice to the Dark Lord, would choke me to death.
I hope I go to hell.