Author's note: okay, this is possibly the shortest thing I've ever written. Idea came to me in math class. All good ones do.
Anyway, so this is Severus
Talking, after he has seen the news article about the Quidditch world cup
and the reports of death eaters...he reflects on the most probable cause
of the mayhem. (and yes, he's a good guess)
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Damn you Lucious, damn
you.
What in bloody hell were
you doing?
When the mark glows upon
the sky,
When the sheer pain crept
through your veins,
Was it jolly fun then?
Do you remember, Malfoy,
What the fire and ice
first felt like?
When we lost control
of our senses,
When we plunged headlong
into darkness,
Was it laughter that
rang?
Though I left the dark
disciples,
Were we not all bred
in a vipers pit?
But no shame, you dare
to say I am the lost one,
When the only burning
in your gut is hard liquor,
Hypocrite, bloody fool,
you have worse faith than I.
Malfoy. Damn you.