Right/Wrong
A/N: This is a strange little fic that just happened tonight, the idea popped into my head about choosing between right and wrong… and this is what happened, honest. It took me less than five minutes to write it down exactly as you see it, save for some cosmetic work for spelling and punctuation, and not too much of that either. Go ahead and flame me about it, if that is what floats your boat…
Everything belongs to JK Rowling.
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"Choose, boy!" Lord Voldemort thundered, triumphant.
Choose, he had to choose, he had to decide.
RIGHT
WRONG
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WRONG
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WRONG
If he chose what was right, he lost his friends but saved the world.
If he chose what was wrong he lost his soul, but saved his friends.
RIGHT
WRONG
RIGHT
WRONG
Right was what he was, what his parents had died for, what Dumbledore and so many others had died for.
Wrong was Voldemort, Wormtail; what Sirius had died fighting against.
RIGHT
WRONG
RIGHT
WRONG
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WRONG
Right was hard, painful.
Wrong was easy, painless.
RIGHT
WRONG
Wrong was the lives of his friends, staring at him down with calm, trusting eyes, in exchange for his soul, in exchange for the destruction of his world.
Right was the loss of his friends, all he had left.
"Choose, boy."
"I choose..."
A flash of light, a snap of sound, then darkness.
And a young man knelt on the floor of the forest, weeping.