A/N: Two years later, I give you: my first fanfiction, revised! Hopefully this time 'round will go faster, and easier. Good luck to all of us!
The title is a direct quotation from A Very Potter Musical. Cookies if you understand what I meant by it, bonus if you've seen the musical.
Evil doesn't have a definition. Or, it does, but no one agrees on one. Saint Potter, the fool of a headmaster and the Order all thought they were fighting dark wizards-evil wizards. They were wrong.
Tom Riddle was a Lord, he had followers, and they did kill people. They killed threats. Rapists, serial killers, 'take over the world' enthusiasts, corrupt authority figures. It was dirty and it wasn't perfect, but they did not kill 'innocents'.
Voldemort, however, murdered everyone and everything on a whim. It was his hobby, really. Tom was not Voldemort, contrary to popular belief and a wonderful anagram of Tom Marvolo Riddle with 'I am Lord Voldemort'.
Harry Potter, the angsty, not-so-intelligent 'Chosen One' was not going to do the job of offing the most powerful evil wizard of the age. No, trash duty fell inevitably on the shoulders of the Malfoy heir.