Disclaimer: I, permanentwhiplash, don't own Harry Potter. Shame.
I remember…
Every second I see once more their faces, the cold, stone profiles, so different from those I once knew.
He killed them.
And I am going to kill him for it.
Whoever knew that a single bloody bastard could ruin the lives of so many?
What went wrong in his childhood that gave him the fury that stands before me?
When did his green eyes change to red slits?
When did he start to look like a snake?
They want me to stop him.
And I will, yet...I can't. This is my choice; millions of people, or just one.
How could he?
And how can he have the guts to stand in front of me now, his wand pointed at my heart?
How can a coward kill a hero?
He will die.
And by whose hand?
Mine. It is my…destiny.
He will suffer as I did then, and as I do now.
The things I could have said but never did, the people I could have loved but never did. Those that I never knew; and yet stood by and watched them all die before me, a whispered word, and they were gone.
Father, brother, sister, mother.
Those that are lost to me; to their families….forever.
I watched two hundred thousand witches and wizards die before me; their cries staining the white blanket of mist.
I died along with them, each and every one of them.
I held my dying wife's hand and promised her, swearing through the Unbreakable Vow, that I would avenge the world.
I promised her, and I will fulfill that promise.
He will suffer long.
His end will not come as swiftly as Father's.
He will suffer as I did when I watched him murder my defenseless 16 year old daughter. He will experience true pain.
I will enjoy it.
And when he kills me, who cares? I don't.
I have lost all that I care for, that I have ever cared for.
Everyone I have ever known fell that horrible day, friends, family, stranger, former classmates.
All dead.
All gone.
All because of him.
He took me away from the one true love of my life; she that wiped my tears and bore my daughter and my son.
My son.
The one that destroyed us all.