Prologue: 10/07/2017
Just two years ago, I discovered that I had a Godfather that escaped Azkaban to find and kill Peter Pettigrew. He escaped not for me, but to avenge my parents. I was fine with that, except he was so consumed by his mission that he forgot about me. He forgot about the Dursleys. Most likely, he had tried to get Dumbledore to allow me to live with him in Grimmauld Place. Equally likely, Dumbledore said no. It was all about the "Blood Wards" that he had put up.
But that wasn't the worst part. It was what he had done.
Sirius left me.
The Last Marauder, Padfoot, left me because he was too arrogant.
Because of this, dreams plagued my sleep. Every night, I would think back to that fateful night. How because of my naivety, I had listened to Kreacher. I remember how that despicable Death Eater, Dolohov, sent an unknown spell at Hermonine, and almost killed her with its purple flames. I remember how Ron was hit with a strange curse that it made him laugh even while blood was trickling down his mouth. Most notably, I remember Neville's screams as Bellatrix cast the Cruciatus curse on him, to make me submit.
I wish I had. Then, Moody wouldn't have been knocked unconscious, and Sirius wouldn't have died. I watched in awe as Dumbledore arrived via Fawkes, yet a growing sense of dread settled in my gut. The Death Eaters all started running, backing out of a confrontation they knew they could not win. After all, Dumbledore was Voldemort's number one enemy.
At that time, I heard Sirius shouting "Come on, you can do better than that". At first, I was confused, as I thought that all the Death Eaters left. But no, Bellatrix Lestrange was still dueling Sirius. He dodged the first jet of red light but failed to notice the second. It seemed to take him an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch. The veil swallowed Sirius, not even leaving anything behind.
All I felt in that moment was heartache. Bellatrix ran away, unhindered as everyone was shocked by Sirius' death. I ran to the other side of the veil, just hoping that he would come out, and say it was all right. It was bound to be ok, right?
Every night, I would wake up screaming, and the Dursleys would go back to beating me, telling me to shut up to preserve their normalcy. I simply couldn't take it anymore.
Sirius' death was all my fault, and I'll be damned if I let it happen again. While I'm languishing in this prison, Bellatrix Lestrange is prowling the streets, I thought. I would not take this.
Inside, I knew that it was all Dumbledore's fault.
It was his fault that I was stuck here.
It was his fault that I was stuck with these abusive Muggles.
It was his fault that he didn't train or teach me.
I'm not going to take it anymore, and I am going to show the world exactly why I am the Chosen One.
For I shall be the one to wipe the slate clean, and absolve the Wizarding World of their sins.
The time for fooling around is over. Voldemort took someone I loved, and it's time for him to pay!