People won't remember me for positive things. That's not the way my life has panned out. It's not what I intended, but I guess that's the hand destiny dealt me, if you believe in such things. I won't be remembered as a hero, but as a criminal. I won't be remembered as a lover, but as a murderer. I won't be remembered as a friend, but as an enemy. That's how they'll all think of me, for my family and their friends consider me a disgrace, and the side that I choose to support is now under the impression that I'm a traitor. I'll spend the rest of my existence rotting in this cell, and when I die, my name will rot with me.

I spend my days thinking. I think about him, that child that they say I betrayed. The son of my best friends. My own godson. Only a monster would send a child to his death – and that's what they think I am. I spend my days reflecting on the child who will never know how much he means to me. The child who will always feel alone in the world.

I also think about her. The woman who I loved against all odds. The woman who I married, though no one even knew that we felt anything towards each other at all. I think about how she trusted me more than anyone in the world, and I remember holding her until she didn't hurt anymore. I thank God, the universe, whatever Supreme Being is out there (if there even is one) that she died before she could see the world destroy me, but I mourn the fact that her life was wasted on me. I blame myself for her death every day. Everything else I've been accused of was false, and the one thing that I haven't been blamed for is the only action for which I am horribly and most devastatingly guilty.

When I die in this inescapable prison, people won't remember me for the things I've done. They'll remember the lies that were said about me. They'll raise their goblets of elderflower wine and toast to the death of the Dark Lord's most trusted henchman, never knowing that my only mission in life was to end his atrocities forever. I'm no expert at divination, but there is not a doubt in my mind that this is how my life will end. Regardless of how much I wish I could change it, this is what will be remembered of me. And there's nothing I can do about it but rot here in this cell.