Pleure: This is a confession by Dumbledore.
There was nothing and everything to it. There was love and there was hate. She was everything to him. But he could not help her. For her sake and his... He had to forever forget and remember her. There were truth and lies and every thing he did for that sake. He was an angel of the dark and she was a demon of the light... For first time he had realized, he knew he could never tell, he knew it would be impossible. And mostly he knew it would bring the down fall of him. Him who so many feared. Him who had killed. Him who was named after the Dragon of Death. Him. Draco Malfoy.
If she had known, he would not have shed blood for her. Then he would not have taken her only child and he would not have taken her husband with him to the underworld where they died of loneliness all alone, in the dark place of the dead.
It is sad, but it is true. How could she ever love him? How could she refuse to hate him when he had taken everything from her? Why would her existence even matter to him?
She was what he could not touch, only what he could look. Her. Her who in the end had killed him, never knowing what his feelings were. Hermione Granger.
Sad perhaps? I do not think so. It brought Hermione to the one who really needed her love. After all, I told her to kill him...
Not every love is fair.
Pleure: It's small but it's significant. Hopefully, you'll see it for yourself.
There was nothing and everything to it. There was love and there was hate. She was everything to him. But he could not help her. For her sake and his... He had to forever forget and remember her. There were truth and lies and every thing he did for that sake. He was an angel of the dark and she was a demon of the light... For first time he had realized, he knew he could never tell, he knew it would be impossible. And mostly he knew it would bring the down fall of him. Him who so many feared. Him who had killed. Him who was named after the Dragon of Death. Him. Draco Malfoy.
If she had known, he would not have shed blood for her. Then he would not have taken her only child and he would not have taken her husband with him to the underworld where they died of loneliness all alone, in the dark place of the dead.
It is sad, but it is true. How could she ever love him? How could she refuse to hate him when he had taken everything from her? Why would her existence even matter to him?
She was what he could not touch, only what he could look. Her. Her who in the end had killed him, never knowing what his feelings were. Hermione Granger.
Sad perhaps? I do not think so. It brought Hermione to the one who really needed her love. After all, I told her to kill him...
Not every love is fair.
Pleure: It's small but it's significant. Hopefully, you'll see it for yourself.