Who's the Monster?
((Author's Note: Is the monster really a monster, or is it just a title attached to someone or something is not liked? It's so easy to attach the title to something, especially when you have the right words and people to back it up for you. This is a series of one-shots/drabbles about how the ones who give out the 'monster' title, but just be worse than the ones they give it to.
Additional Note: Although it only has one chapter now, look for more in the future as I add more. I'm marking it as 'complete' for now, because even though I say that there will be more to it, there might not be. It all depends on my motivation and muse.
Disclaimer: Nothing in the Harry Potter World belongs to me. Not even in my dreams.))
They called him a monster. A man with no soul. Someone whose heart had become so shriveled and tiny, that he was living of the blood and magic of others to survive.
He openly laughed at whoever called him that. For if they had the gall to call him a monster, then what did they call themselves?
Oh yes, they called themselves the 'light side'. The 'Protectors of the Good'. The 'Order of the Phoenix'. Pretentious group, they are. Declaring themselves as 'good' didn't make their actions any less 'bad'.
And of course, with each action that could be considered the least bit 'dark' or 'unsavory', there were always explanations available that were just vague enough to let the action fly under the radar or to be passed as something that was to be celebrated.
It was laughable, really. They called them 'family destroyers', 'home wreckers', 'life ruiners'… If it were not for the 'light' titles that they went by, they would be called the same things, if not worse.
He laughed quietly to himself and shook his head, walking away from the smoldering building that had once been his headquarters. If he was a monster, then what were they?