I shall call myself Rob, and rob him of everything…everything he has taken from me I take back, now…and he will die, just as I have died…
I will start with her that was once mine, her that will be mine again…and he will feel betrayal, just as I have felt betrayal. He will cry at heaven for mercy, but none will be given, just as none was given me when I cried out, so long ago.
He has taken my family. I will take it back. He has taken my love, and that too I will have again. He thinks he has everything, but he has not. He has not ruined me completely, as he wants to – as he wishes to!
For I am still here, still breathing, still full of hatred for him that – no, I will not think that way. I am cold-hearted. I do not feel. I know only what I want, and that is Harry Potter.
He will pay for all he has done. To me, to my love…I will get you back, my love. We shall sail on the seas once more, undisturbed, happy, at peace…we will do that again, my love. Do not fret.
He will pay.
He will suffer, and be suffered.
He will die.
In heart, in body, in soul, just like me.
For I have died. I died at the hands, the arms of betrayal. Oh, how it hurts! For even now, I still feel the pain. I should not, but I do, and it has angered me many a time in the past.
But it is fine, now. Because I will have my revenge soon, and Harry Potter will be no more.
I can still remember his words.
"I'm sorry," he said softly. "I didn't mean to – I'm so sorry."
He must think I am stupid. He must think me slow, if I am to believe he fell in love with her without meaning to, and that she for him without action on his part.
All lies!
He thinks me stupid. He thinks I am naïve. How wrong he is!
Hermione, oh, my Hermione, you will be mine again. I will take you from his hands of torture, and into my arms of safety and love you shall fall.
My plan will be set in motion soon. Rob will steal in among your lives, your peaceful lives soon. You shall suspect nothing.
My family will love me once again, and abandon the man called Harry Potter. Hermione shall be mine again, sweet, innocent, Hermione.
And you, betrayer, will know, at the end, when you are all alone, who it is that ruined you, that tossed you into despair and left you begging on bended knees.
Ron Weasley will have his revenge.
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A/N: Thanks for taking the time to read this! Now, if you would review, that would make me really happy :P