I never wanted it to come to this. I had felt so betrayed when she'd turned away from me. When she had married, of all people, James Potter. I'd loved her from the beginning, and it was just like James, who got everything he ever wanted, to obtain the one thing I desired more than I knew how to express.
I had needed her.
She had been the only one to listen, to defend. And then it had all ended, and my choice to change didn't matter in the end. I had changed everything, gone against my master, turned my entire life around. And that was when she was already gone, already so far away from me. Already married and happy with Potter.
But I'd changed anyway. Because I loved her. And now it didn't matter. She was dead, and the only thing left of her was her eyes. Her eyes in that tiny boy's face, the tiny boy who I knew was going to be just like his father. All that was left of her, and it tormented me.