Disclaimer: Well, I put in a bid on Remus Lupin, but even that didn't work.
I got this idea from a plot bunny that Draconis S. Malfoy posted on FictionAlley. It's probably complete rubish, but meh, I don't care. I was bitten by the bunny so I wrote. Surely, you can all see the sense in that.
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I was there the day it happened.
I was there the day Harry Potter decided that he didn't want to be good anymore.
I don't know what caused such a dramatic change in thought patterns. I blame old Mundungus Fletcher, personally.
He had been sitting with Harry, chatting away about how Harry hadn't defeated the Dark Lord yet.
And then that old fool said it.
"Well," the old codger said, "If yeh can' beat 'em, yeh may as well join 'em, Potter."
Now surely, he had meant it only in jest, because even Mundungus Fletcher wasn't stupid enough to say such a thing amidst the very Order sworn to fight the the Big Baddie, but that one little sentence was all it took to get the boy's mind turning, and scheming.
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I was there the day Potter told the Order of his plans.
One would have thought that someone dropped another bomb on Japan, the way they carried on about it.
"Are you mad?" seemed to be the general consensous.
Potter just shrugged. All he would say on the matter was that it was 'he perfect plan'
I knew what he was getting on about, of course. It's not my problem that the Order consists of the thickest witches and wizards in England, not really.
To conquer the enemy, one must become the enemy.
It made perfect sense.
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I was there the day Harry Potter returned, blood-soaked and exhausted.
Good old Potter had done it. By playing the role of the good and faithful Death Eater that the Big Baddie so enjoyed to have in his company, Potter had earned his trust.
Harry Potter became the Dark Lord's favorite pet and had even told him of the seven Horcruxes. In doing so, he'd made a most fatal mistake.
The Dark Lord was finished.
Harry Potter destroyed him by becoming the very thing that everyone feared.
If you can't beat 'em. Join 'em.
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Well, that's it. As for who's talking, I have no idea. Go with it.
Oh, and don't forget to tell me what you think.
