Everybody thinks I'm heartless.
I'm not.
I have thoughts and feelings too.
Not that I will show them to anyone, but I do have them.
For example, I'm very proud to my title as sarcastic asshole.
I bet you thought I was proud on my title as Potionmaster.
I'm not.
I hate being it.
I want to teach Defend Against Dark Arts.
Everybody knows that.
Albus knows that.
But for some reason he doesn't want to give me the job.
It was great to teach DADA when Alastor wasn't able to give it, even though it was Gryffindor I had to teach.
I told Albus.
He just smiled, with those twinkling eyes.
I know I shouldn't hate the guy; he has forgiven my work as Death eater.
He even trusts me.
But every time I talk to him about the job, he keeps silent.
That makes me feel he's playing games with me.
Minerva and I are his best partners.
Oh, and Rubeus, but you can't call that giant a partner.
I'm not calling him even a professor.
I shall never do that.
But, every time there are problems Minerva and I are the first to help Albus.
Not that I'm a team with her, of course.
I still can't believe most of the teachers has forgiven me.
The Dark Lord was so mad when I appeared again, as a spy this time.
I told him I was sick, that time that I didn't appear on the meeting.
He didn't accept it.
He said to the group you had to come, no matter what.
If not, then the same would happen to them, as to me.
That was the first time he did the Crucio curse on me.
It was terrible.
I would rather be death.
I felt like my bones were ripped out of my body.
My skin was being squeezed of my flesh.
It sounds disgusting, but it was so awful.
But then it stopped.
I fell on the ground, and hoped He would forgive me.
I wanted to scream to Him.
Tell Him that Albus Dumbledore would take revenge.
Albus Dumbledore.
If anyone would even call his name, Voldemort would kill him.
That name was making him nervous.
Just like James' name is making me nervous.
James Potter.
The bastard.
Stole everything everything away from me.
My reputation as best seeker.
He won from me in a duel.
But the worst thing he took away from me is of course she.
Of all the girls he could take, he took her.
Lily Evans.
Yes, she's the reason why I went to the Dark side.
I was desperate.
Lily Evans.
After she left me I promised myself that I would never love again.
Never be nice again.
Never show any emotions.
Never let any warm feeling into my heart again.
It worked.
I've never been hurt again.
But I don't know if I've done a good job by doing that.
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Short, I know. Not my best shot, I know. Now, you've got 3, no, 4 opportunities:
- Flame me (then I'm defenitely never going to write a story like this again)
- Tell me how to improve it (I'll rewrite it)
- Tell me you've liked it (small chance, but of course I would like to know that)
- Don't review (then I'll never know how you think about it)
~+~+~Make your choice!~+~+~
I'm not.
I have thoughts and feelings too.
Not that I will show them to anyone, but I do have them.
For example, I'm very proud to my title as sarcastic asshole.
I bet you thought I was proud on my title as Potionmaster.
I'm not.
I hate being it.
I want to teach Defend Against Dark Arts.
Everybody knows that.
Albus knows that.
But for some reason he doesn't want to give me the job.
It was great to teach DADA when Alastor wasn't able to give it, even though it was Gryffindor I had to teach.
I told Albus.
He just smiled, with those twinkling eyes.
I know I shouldn't hate the guy; he has forgiven my work as Death eater.
He even trusts me.
But every time I talk to him about the job, he keeps silent.
That makes me feel he's playing games with me.
Minerva and I are his best partners.
Oh, and Rubeus, but you can't call that giant a partner.
I'm not calling him even a professor.
I shall never do that.
But, every time there are problems Minerva and I are the first to help Albus.
Not that I'm a team with her, of course.
I still can't believe most of the teachers has forgiven me.
The Dark Lord was so mad when I appeared again, as a spy this time.
I told him I was sick, that time that I didn't appear on the meeting.
He didn't accept it.
He said to the group you had to come, no matter what.
If not, then the same would happen to them, as to me.
That was the first time he did the Crucio curse on me.
It was terrible.
I would rather be death.
I felt like my bones were ripped out of my body.
My skin was being squeezed of my flesh.
It sounds disgusting, but it was so awful.
But then it stopped.
I fell on the ground, and hoped He would forgive me.
I wanted to scream to Him.
Tell Him that Albus Dumbledore would take revenge.
Albus Dumbledore.
If anyone would even call his name, Voldemort would kill him.
That name was making him nervous.
Just like James' name is making me nervous.
James Potter.
The bastard.
Stole everything everything away from me.
My reputation as best seeker.
He won from me in a duel.
But the worst thing he took away from me is of course she.
Of all the girls he could take, he took her.
Lily Evans.
Yes, she's the reason why I went to the Dark side.
I was desperate.
Lily Evans.
After she left me I promised myself that I would never love again.
Never be nice again.
Never show any emotions.
Never let any warm feeling into my heart again.
It worked.
I've never been hurt again.
But I don't know if I've done a good job by doing that.
**********************************~
Short, I know. Not my best shot, I know. Now, you've got 3, no, 4 opportunities:
- Flame me (then I'm defenitely never going to write a story like this again)
- Tell me how to improve it (I'll rewrite it)
- Tell me you've liked it (small chance, but of course I would like to know that)
- Don't review (then I'll never know how you think about it)
~+~+~Make your choice!~+~+~