Harry Potter Alphabet
In which there is one character and one shot for each letter
Vincent Crabbe was in Harry's year in Slytherin, he was one of Draco's "sidekicks" and usually accompanied by Goyle and Malfoy
V is for Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle
It was quite simple really, we were not his friends, rather a nice little agreement existed between us.
We got homework, he got protection.
Some of his power wore off on us, and some of our intimidating presence wore off on him.
Our nice little agreement, once he understood it the nerd became bearable.
Of course, everyone thought we were his sidekicks, but the worst threats often remain unseen,
the best spies are those who blend in.
It's not that we were unintelligent, we just had no need for a reputation, just one that would allow people to let their guards down.
We were quite the troublemakers Goyle and I.
And Malfoy had no clue.
He thought he controlled us, we joked about that behind his back.
Congratulating ourselves on such a thorough deception.
Not even those in our own house could see through our act, did not Slytherins possess great ambition?
Did you not wonder why we were in Slytherin?
The hat saw through us, but that was his job.
Anyway, it's not as though he would tell anyone.
We almost hit our breaking point with Malfoy in our sixth year.
He was completely treating us like slaves.
Not to mention how embarrassing it was to dress up as a girl, what if someone had figured it out?
It would almost have been worth it to rub in his face how we had deceived him,
but Goyle preached patience.
In our seventh year, our chance finally came.
With the new administration of the school, we could cast away our illusions of stupidity.
We quickly rose to the top without Malfoy there to hide behind.
It gets boring when there's no student top dog to follow, so we became that top dog.
Our dominion in Hogwarts was short lived because of stupid Potter.
If he had just died like he was supposed to, I would not be forced to live this half life.
Stuck in the Room of Requirement with the fiendfyre and the Horcrux, I seem to have become like a horcrux of myself.
Neither alive nor dead, and with no one coming in here, stuck.
Abandoned by Goyle and all I ever cared about.
Forced to dispose of the "we" and now left only with "I."
I am more insubstantial than a ghost,
but still feel hunger.
Hunger for
Revenge.
Next up is: W for Wilbert Slinkhard
Whaddya know? Two in one day, I guess I find the ones near the end of the alphabet easier to write.
I'm halfway done with Dean's....
