Magic is only as strong as you make it. I think squibs are a perfect example of this; you can come from a long line of strong purebloods who practically eat and bathe in their own magic yet have no powers yourself. And yet, you could come from Muggles and be stronger than a pureblood. I think it's beautiful, after all isn't it a muggle belief that if you work hard you can achieve anything? This is why I could never figure out You-Know-Who; killing witches and wizards who could take some of his own followers out just because of their parents seems foolish. I can't even pardon him killing muggles because what if a muggle was destined to birth a witch or wizard? I guess the sanctity of human life wasn't much in his personal philosophy.
Yet a part of me feels sorry for him, I went to college for a Masters in Psychology, I knew all about Sociopaths; in fact they are my specialty. I guess that's why I sympathize for him; in a way it's not completely his fault. If you ever read the studies they show that there is a genetic and environmental factor in it. However most sociopaths don't end up killers either. I guess what fascinates me and saddens me at the same time is the fact that he can not see the beauty in anything; if he could he wouldn't want to destroy it. People who can't see beauty often end up destroying it or killing themselves; it's such a hopeless circle.
Magic is beautiful, and just look what he's done to it; he's taken it for granted, and yet applied the muggle rule. He's worked so hard to be so strong and I must admire him that. And that's why I'm finally stepping into the magical world, because I want to be strong like him, and just maybe I can make him see the beauty.
