Guess
Since a month ago, Muggle killings have become more horrible, in the public's opinion. Children were killed in ways that would make a rock scream. Everyone has only one question: Who did it?
Guess.
I enjoyed killing them, I really did. It was great to see the fear in their eyes, to hear them scream as they suffered.
If I enjoyed it, why am I crying for them right now?
I don't understand. I don't understand at all.
And yet, tears are flowing down my cheeks.
To cry is to feel. To feel is to have weaknesses. Malfoys don't have weaknesses. Logically, I shouldn't cry.
But I do. And it feels right. Too right.
Will I let these tears stop me? Will I let these feelings soften me? I think I know the answer.
What is it, you ask?
Guess.
Since a month ago, Muggle killings have become more horrible, in the public's opinion. Children were killed in ways that would make a rock scream. Everyone has only one question: Who did it?
Guess.
I enjoyed killing them, I really did. It was great to see the fear in their eyes, to hear them scream as they suffered.
If I enjoyed it, why am I crying for them right now?
I don't understand. I don't understand at all.
And yet, tears are flowing down my cheeks.
To cry is to feel. To feel is to have weaknesses. Malfoys don't have weaknesses. Logically, I shouldn't cry.
But I do. And it feels right. Too right.
Will I let these tears stop me? Will I let these feelings soften me? I think I know the answer.
What is it, you ask?
Guess.