Backstabber, that's all he was. True, I crossed him, but was it worth it for him to try to destroy my life to this extent? I suffered for years in Azkaban prison because of his lying little servant, Peter Pettigrew, making it appear like he was the saviour and I the double-crosser, especially when it should have been the other way around. But I was not the saviour to dear James and Lily; I tried my hardest but got there too late. It's the story of my life, trying to help but always unable to carry my plans through. This time is no different, I told Harry to stay away from me and to never leave Hogwarts, ever, no matter what crops up. Now his fate hangs in the balance whilst I rush to save him. I hope I'm not too late this time, though the ill-feeling brooding within my soul tells me the opposite is to be expected. It's never been wrong yet.