A/N: This is an extremely short one shot inspired by a fanfic named Faith.
Summery: Lavender Brown reflects on why she joined the Deatheaters from her cell as Azakban.
He promised me the true sight. It wasn't fair Potter had visions, he didn't deserve them, he only whined over them. He should have been honoured. Seeing into the Lords mind. He simply complained about how horrible it was. The Lord had requested me to spy. He said I'd get anything I wish, I asked for the sight. He smirked
and promised me it if I was successful. I needed the sight. Over people wanted money and power whilst I simply wanted the true sight, to see the wonders of
the future. Desperately wanting to see the future of I.