Sometimes, Harry thinks about them.

Those lips, pressed against his. So soft.

And how Harry had promised him everything, magic, fame, money. And he had believed Harry.

But, Harry was a liar.

Harry lead him along, like he was told to, and kissed him when he was told to. Said "I love only you, " when he was told to. Told him that they belonged together.

Harry was a liar.

Because, Harry was Dumbldore's boy, his general, just another soldier. And when his superior gave orders, Harry obliged.

So, when Harry was told to slaughter, Harry slaughtered.

And when his wand touched that boy's temple, Harry did not hesitate.

Soldiers don't hesitate.

And that beautiful blonde hair was stained with blood, and Draco Malfoy fell from grace.

And that made Harry smile.