The Blue Eyes of Guilt
A/N: This fic was written for the Diagon Alley II's Potions Club. Ingredient: Bat spleens—Write about the fine line between good and evil. Several of my teammates on the Quidditch League forum have written about Gellert, so I thought why not try to capture his essence? Though murder is never acceptable, I wrote this fic with the idea that remorse is a redeeming factor of Gellert (whether he was remorseful or not in canon, I won't go into), whereby his intentions for the murders were not so much malicious but a genuine belief he needed to kill to achieve his cause (for himself and the world). Hence, the fine line between good and evil. It sort of begs the question of whether or not governments around the world are evil or good when it comes to war... Just saying. Nevertheless, I hope you enjoy this extremely short tale.
Word count: 337 words.
He would never forget the Witch's blue eyes; the way the flecks of yellow danced in the sea of azure, or the way he felt, just for a moment, that he could swim in its depths. He couldn't shake the way they widened in terror as he raised his wand, or the way they reflected his menacing, deranged face back at him.
The girl's screams echoed around his brain, reverberating from corner to corner. Murderer, the screams really said, evil.
Sighing, Gellert raised a hand to his head, raking back the thick, golden curls beneath his pointed hat. His own blue eyes—the innocence within them long extinguished—turned to the large window, peering out to see the setting sun casting purple, orange and red bands across the sky. Time was ticking away and with each passing day, it became harder and harder to convince himself that his cause would succeed. For every step he took forward, he seemed to move back three paces. Now that Albus was on his trail, he found that fewer and fewer people were willing to join him.
It appeared to be that no one could see that what he did was for the world's good—for the Greater Good. Once he managed to master Death, he could work on making the world a safer, wondrous utopia. For that to happen, he had to eliminate those who stood in his way. It did not make him evil or a murderer… Absolutely not.
Gellert slumped in the chair, exhaustion rendering him unable to plan his next step. Images of a pair of bright blue eyes framed by thick lashes flashed through his mind once more. He couldn't forget the haunting look within them, the accusatory stare that broke into his heart and made it pound furiously. Squeezing his eyes shut and clamping his hands over his ears, he tried to drown it all out.
He had done it for the Greater Good, and neither his latest victim nor former partner, could ever make him think otherwise.