The Seer's Nightmare
Author's Note;
Perhaps Voldemort had his own "Greater good", and thus; his way of treating people was not dissimilar to Dumbledore's, in some aspects. For example; The way that Dumbledore used Harry. It is true that he felt remorse for his actions; Can you forgive me?" he said."Can you forgive me for not trusting you? For not telling you? Harry, I only feared that you would fail as I had failed. I only dreaded that you would make my mistakes. I crave your pardon, Harry. I have known, for some time now, that you are the better man" - Here we see Dumbledore pleading for forgiveness just before Harry's resurrection, but we can not prove entirely that Voldemort felt no remorse for any of his actions. To say that he has no conscience would be no more than an assumption or theory, regardless of the fact that there is countless evidence to support the theory. Back to Voldemort's idea of the "Greater good"; it is evident that each man has his own definition of "good" and "evil" so we can assume that the dark lord's "good" meant something quite opposite to Dumbledore's, however this theory alone does not cancel out the fact that we have no solid proof, only assumptions. As one can never truly define the origin of evil in humankind. There are, however, many theories, both religious and scientific: "Man's original sin" "Psychological difficulties" or some form of "Childhood trauma" for example. Now in Voldemort's case all of these theories are indeed plausible, but it all leads back to my main point: There is no proof, and in many cases that is what makes the debate about the origin of evil the most interesting, there can never be a definite answer. In spite of this, I would like to offer yet another possible reason for the corruption of Voldemort, by the means of fan-fiction.
From far away, above his head, he heard a high, cold voice say, 'Kill the spare.'
A swishing noise and a second voice, which screeched the words to the night: 'Avada Kedavra!'
A blast of green light blazed through Harry's eyelids. and he heard something heavy fall to the ground beside him; the pain in his scar reached such a pitch that he retched, and then it diminished; terrified of what he was about to see, he opened his stinging eyes.
Cedric was lying spread-eagled on the ground beside him. He was dead.
- 'Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire' (page 553)
Cedric awoke with a start, pearls of sweat dripping down his handsome face. Breath frantic, and body trembling with fear. His grey, tired eyes scanned the room for something, anything, to calm his nerves. An answer, but all that the unnerved sixteen year old found was his fellow house members snoring peacefully. He thought of what dreams lay in wait for them, or perhaps, ones that they were currently experiencing, and he felt his face burn with envy. Anything, even the most terrifying of any well meaning wizard's nightmares, he thought; would be better than what he had to bare.
For Cedric Diggory;this smart, studious, and kind Hufflepuff Prefect, had just witnessed his own death.
A/N Sorry for the EXTREMELY short chapter guys, I just wanted to give you a taste of the story to see if I should continue. Please review =] and tell me if you like it so far. This is my FIRST ever fanfic, so please be leniant. ;]
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