No Choice
Summary: Life or death.One-Shot
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and have no desire to own it.
Life or death.
It sounds so simple, said like that. Not the same, whispered in the thoughts of a dying old man. Life or death. So sensible, he was, but too kind for his own good. He knew that I would have no choice. He wanted to give me an easy way out. A logical, reasonable conclusion. Life or death.
I knew what consequences either decision would bring. Life, and we would both have perished. The boy would have been discovered. All would have been lost. Death, and I would be considered a traitor to the Order, a valuable servant to the Dark Lord. The greatest wizard to ever walk the planet would fall.
Life or death. The intricacies between the two are lost on those who have not seen the spark of life flicker away from once bright eyes. Eyes that pleaded for the end, the rest, the sleep. He wanted to go. He was always a brave man, living and laughing in spite of all fear, danger. A madman, many said, but brilliant. His mind was sharp. Life or death. It was so simple, so plain. Life or death. He was exhausted, yes, and hurt, but he knew very well what needed to be done. The sentimental old fool. Life or death.
His life or mine, my death or his. All or nothing. Life or death. It was almost in black and white.
Life or death.
I had no choice.