WHY DOES MY HEART CRY?
We are winning, it's obvious. There are so many bodies in the halls, hidden under the rubbles. More or less, guys of his age.
We are winning: we've suffered few losses; few of us have been highly wounded.
We are winning: the Dark Lord is really pleased about it, I am sure of it.
Understandably, he's angry because the Potter boy has not been caught but he's still satisfied.
We are winning, so why am I feeling this emptiness inside of me? Why is there this anxiety in my chest, in my heart?
Where is my son?!
He cannot be dead. No, I do not let him be dead! I am his father, he must obey me! He cannot be dead...
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