All he ever wanted was what was best for the students. They were like his children. All of them. But he'd gone and ruined it all with one little spell, one tattoo, branded forever into his skin. For the first time in his life, as he stands in the Durmstrang ship, his left arm pulsing with horribly real power and his children asleep in rooms far away from him, staring blankly out the window into the Black Lake, Igor Karkaroff regrets, he regrets everything. But he's not going back. Igor Karkaroff would rather die than return to the man—the monster—that ruined him. He will not regret anymore.
[an: I'm so sorry for the suckiness of this. Seriously. Regardless, this is for the Dark Fic challenge over on HPFC. My character was Igor Karkaroff…obviously. -Riley]