It was five years ago this night when it happened. When I did what I had been trained to do for my entire life.

It was destiny, they said, we were meant to meet, to face each other.

He killed my parents and took the happy life of innocence that all children deserve to have.

That night I took my life back, I faced him.

Julius Caesar once said that "cowards taste death many times before they die, the valiant taste death but once." That night I tasted death on the lips of another, I was the reaper, I was a god.

I held life in my hand and crushed it.

I fought valiantly, I took a life because, as they said, it was my destiny.

I held the bitter taste of hate in my mouth and with mere words I became what I had spent my life fighting against and spent my life training to become.

I became him and he saw death before he fell to the ground.

I became my enemy to protect for others what was taken from me.

So it was justified, they told me, it was the right thing to do, to become evil for that one moment, because he was evil to begin with.

In my eyes my soul will be tainted forever, because of his evil a part of me is now evil.

With two words I took revenge and my soul is cursed for eternity because it was my destiny.

Two words.





Avada Kadavra