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What have I done? I've sold my soul and now there's no going back. I only wanted some shared glory and to make my father proud of me. Isn't that what everyone wants? Everyone I know anyway. It isn't my fault. I'm a Slytherin and Slytherin House means ambition. Would anyone in Slytherin House have done anything different? I think not. I don't know what a non Sytherin would have done. The same thing, probably although I never understood the people in any of those other Houses, or wanted to.
Still, I never meant for it come to this. Well, never mind, I did what I had to for myself and my parents. I couldn't be responsible for the death of any of my family, especially my own parents. There's not a doubt in my mind they would have killed if I hadn't done what I did. The Headmaster promised to protect them, but how could he? He couldn't even protect himself. I don't what happened just before I found him, but anyone could see he wasn't going to live much longer even if Professor Snape hadn't... well... I'm hoping to forget about that somehow. Maybe I can get a memory charm to forget about the worse night of my life, but that's going to have to wait for quite some time.
And what do you think of all this, Potter? Are you gloating about me being at the lowest point of my life? And about Crabbe and Goyle being without my direction for the first time? And my father being still stuck in Azakaban? Go ahead, laugh all you want to because Voldemort's victory is inevitable and we will all be laughing then! Or not perhaps. I don't know. I hardly know anything for a fact anymore.
Malfoy... Draco ... How could you do that? How could you sell your own soul like that? I saw everything that night. I just couldn't do anything because the measures that Dumbledore had taken to keep me safe. When I saw you threaten to kill Professor Dumbledore, I really thought you were going to. I thought that was it, there was not hope for either of us anymore. Not for me because he wouldn't be here to protect me, or for you because your soul would have been damaged and what was left of it would belonged to Voldemort completely.
Being enslaved is no life for anyone. It's better to be dead, I'm sure. But when you didn't kill him I could tell that there was some good in you. Why didn't you come over to the right side? Professor Dumbledore pleaded with you and he promised to protect you and your parents. He could have done that, you know. Hasn't he protected me from Voldemort for the last six years? Would I still be alive if he wasn't capable of that? Why didn't you trust him like I always have?
Actually, I kind of understand why. I remember at the end of the fourth Professor Dumbledore told us we were probably going to have choose soon between what was right and what was easy. You took what seemed to be the easiest path. Doesn't seem so easy now, does it? No one's path is easy anymore, but at least we all know where we stand. And I guess there's no use worrying about you now. You made you choice that night and put yourself completely beyond redemption. Or not perhaps. Maybe no one is beyond redemption other than Voldemort himself. I'm don't know anything for a fact anymore.