Part 3...yadda yadda yadda....
Part 3/3:
Take yourself out to
the curb
Sit and wait
A fool for life
Alone.
I thought things would get better once I left home for
Hogwarts.
However any dream or ambition I had was smashed on the first day, the day I met James Potter, Sirius Black, and Remus Lupin.
I didn't hate them.
It was Malfoy who took me to my first DeathEater meeting.
Malfoy introduced me to Voldemort.
Some friend he was.
I never really WANTED to be a Deatheater, but the feelings of belonging to something bigger than myself were more temptation than I could resist, so I joined, was initiated and scarred, and to this day I still bear the mark of my greatest mistake.
It's almost like a
disease
For a long time I thought I hated Remus Lupin.
I'm a worse monster than he is.
I've tried to atone for my sins. It was I who had been
slowly leaking information on DeathEater movements to the ministry.
I am as responsible for their deaths as Voldemort himself.
So now I am not only a monster, but also a murderer.
I want free of this curse.
According to the latest journal on magical bondage, a magical tattoo forms a bond of flesh and bone to the creator of the tattoo, and the bond can only be broken by death.
I want free of this.
I know soon you will
be
Over the lies,
you'll be strong
You'll be rich in
love and you will carry on
But no – oh no
No you won't be mine
All the loneliness and betrayal.
~OWARI~
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