Disclaimer: if you don't know who owns what by now you need to take a serious look at yourself.
AN: this was written on a coach back from Iceland sitting next to Daisy. So this is dedicated to my closest friends in Iceland – Daisy, Grace and Chris. Also to Rachel who was waiting for me back here in England. Oh! This is from Blaise's POV by the way.
At one time, I believed this would end. I can't say I still believe – I honestly wish I could.
I'm not a saviour, I just want this to end. I want peace, but when this war ends, there will be a new war. A new evil to fight. A new prophecy to abide by.
Humans are not a peaceful race, they never were. There will always be war here, always be pain and suffering. Always be evil. There's nothing we can do to change that. It's too late for that. Far, far too late.
All we can do, all we can hope to do, is prevent some of the damage. It's a hard job, harder still with the grudges people hold against us. Human nature prevents an easy life. Because of human nature, some of us will always be held in contempt. No, that sounds too nice. We will be hated, watched, believed to be evil. They have put us under constant surveillance. We have learnt to accept that fact. All of us. We are who we are – there's nothing we can do to change that. At least, not any more.
I know that war is drawing close. You can taste it in the air, tension and fear. More so here than anywhere else.
We will always fight, but this is ridiculous. No one knows who is friend or foe. Who can be trusted, who will live through this.
They have the living equivalent of darkness on their side. Death Eaters, Dementors, Giants, Werewolves. What do we have? A few old people and a load of teenagers. Oh, yeah, we also have a werewolf and two half-giants. Some army, huh?
We all have blood on our hands from this. Some of us little, and some of us so much we choke and drown in it.
I drown, but I drown knowing that I did the right thing. Knowing that I took them with me. Dolohov, Bella and more, hundreds more, precede me to the grave. My one regret will be that I didn't take more.
I suppose I'll go to hell, or whatever else there is. Whatever waits for me on the other side. I broke the commandments, I killed people. Killed whoever on my little list that I was told to. I broke the commandments, but I did the right thing. Is it possible, to do both right and wrong at the same time? I only took hits on the people I felt deserved to die, but I never tortured people. Not like they did.
I doubt that there is any salvation for me. For me, and for the whole human race. We're all doomed.
But to rid the world of him, it was worth it. Worth selling my soul, worth everything I've ever been through. Worth every last second.
Some people, they fly the righteous flag, display the white hats. But inside the hat is black, the flag torn and dirty.
My hat is grey, and the flag I carry is my own. And me? I am just another body for the funeral pyre.
