Why?
He sat there, drink in hand, wondering why he had told Tom of Horcruxes. He was told that it was a defence project. It was anything but. Now, thousands of innocent people were killed.
He wondered what the world would think when they found out what he had done. He knew that if he wanted to maintain respectability in the Wizarding world, he would have to do something, modify his own memory, to make himself look good. Nobody could know the truth.
With the stench of guilt flowing through him, he muttered a spell and his thoughts were long forgotten.
A/N: This is written especially for Sarah