A/N This is the second chapter of my first serious story. First was written from Severus's perspective. This is not. I know the beginning you may find boring. It may be boring, but is truthful. Because that's all about prejudices. I am prejudiced like seven hells. I know that's wrong. I am working to change it and I am changing. I hope it will help You. Sorry for this Moralisations.

Disclaimer I own nothing. I don't earn. I wish to thank Miss Rowling, that shows us that it's all about prejudices. She is right.

Thanks to the one person that reviewed the first chapter. If you are reading this, I want to say that I needed someone to tell me that what I did was of some value. You made my day. Thanks!

Apologies for any spell or grammar mistakes. I am Polish and my English isn't perfect, to understate this. I am sorry, I know that it's a very impolite to write with spelling mistakes. I beg forgiveness, I do respect English language (How could I not? Shakespeare, J. Donne, J. R. R. Tolkien, C. S. Lewis, R. Dahl, T. Pratchett, O. S. Card and now J. K. Rowling!)

That's all about prejudices

That's how it all finishes.

Stupid we are, aren't we? Every time we make the same mistake – no, not mistake. Not even sin. Crime.

I mean, look at the Muggle world – there was this business with second world war. A man – a propos a dark-haired, not tall one – said that Human is a person that has blue eyes, blond hair, is tall etc. You know… Aryan. By the way, Japan was with him – it always amuses me. I know it was not about ideology, but still how did he explain allying with little yellow men? Maybe they were a different kind of Aryans? Forget it. Just my musings. Voldemort has Muggle father. And made the ideology about poor blood.

There were so many victims. Polish, Russians, Germen and, of course, Jews – because they were different. If you are different you tell me my way of being is not the only one possible. And as we are human beings, we compare everything we can. And we want our way is the good one. And if our is good – their must be bad. So come, take a stone and throw it in our dark-haired, big-nosed neighbour's window. So take your gun and kill him. So rape his wife and daughter and make his son watch it.

God took his gift, stupid fruits and corn, and didn't want mine? Is my younger brother Abel better then I? When I have a stone in my hand, and Power and Will to Kill in my heart he is no better! He was weaker! He lost and I won! I won!

You understand what I mean?

And if you are up-to-date with Muggle problems, than you know, that they haven't finished their IIWW problems yet. There are neo-nazis. There are Jews, that lived in America during the war and did nothing to help their dying relatives here. Maybe they couldn't, I am not to judge. But neither they are - but they do. For example they accuse Poland. That is stupid, because Poland not only suffered because of war, to be exact was first to be attacked, it was also than given to Stalin as a gift. For his help to conquer one he outdid when we ask about number of victims. There were heroes and traitors among Polish. Just as everywhere.

I am becoming philosophic. Sorry. I will get to the point than.

We are no better than Muggles.

We, Wizards, so proud of our pedigree – by the way, do you know it's a name for a dog food in Poland? Anyway, so proud. Better ones. As we are cream of creams etc, we are allowed to treat house elves, goblins, centaurs, Muggles, Muggleborns, werewolves, vampires or giants as worse. We are allowed to abuse them.

Sirius was my best friend. It's two years now since he died. I loved him – he was my friend after all. There was time I believed he was a traitor, and than I got to know it was Peter.

And so Sirius, such a great friend, and dead man now, and we shouldn't speak bad of dead ones. Or maybe we should? A long time ago I read a book by Muggle writer Orson Scott Card about it. I can't remember the title now, but it was about a man that spoke about dead people – told the truth. It was one of the books that really moved me. Anyway, I love Sirius, but now I am not blind. I know that he wasn't saint. He was prejudiced like seven hells. Slytherins are bad. House elves aren't something to care about. I know what he and James did to Snape. I sometimes wonder if it made him become a Death Eater? It was disgusting. But what was even more disgusting was how they treated Peter. He was weaker, but he could become a strong one. But instead of giving him a bit of respect he deserved as a human being not to mention friend, they laughed at him, humiliated him, treated like shit sometimes.

And I was no better. I was worst. Because they were just stupid show-offs, full of energy, impulsive, prejudiced. But I was not blind. As I had been treated badly before, I knew how it felt.

And I did nothing to stop them. These lame efforts I did were not something.

So is Voldemort really responsible for all the bad of the world?

Me, James and Sirius made Peter a traitor. We made Snape a bitter and cynical man. We killed Harry's mother. We.

We made goblins fight for their rights, and no wonder. We made house elves a kind that snogs master's trousers and want to be beheaded to show loyalty. We! We made that all.

It is our fault there was this war. It is our fault so many of us had to die. And now we shall bear signs of this. You know, I think I can understand Snape's habit of wearing only black. Have you read another Card's book, about Alvin? It's title was about a Prophet or something like that. There was about people that had to tell everyone they met about killing Indian's they committed, or have their hands covered in blood. Well, this motive with blood on ones hands, or head, or whatever. Cain. Lady Macbeth. And finally these people.

I always associated it with the Dark Mark. I think we all deserve it. Because it's our fault. Not Voldemort's. He was just a product of our centuries-old crime. Of prejudices.

Am I any better? As I am a werewolf I felt how it hurts. But I can't say I am not prejudiced. I am always on-guard when I hear someone is a Slytherin. But being a Slytherin doesn't mean being bad! Means being a Slytherin. Once Godric and Salazar great friends were! Damn it, and than prejudices came!

There was Hitler and there was Stalin. They were neither first nor last ones in Muggle world.

There was Herverus, there was Frither, Quider, Grindewald, Garoff, Voldemort. Yes, he was. But can we be happy?

May he be the last. I pray he is the last. But if we'll consider anyone inferior to us we will be lost. Because next Evil One will come and maybe lose. But than next one, and next, and next. And it will mean we have lost, because we didn't change. I mean we will lose the future. Future full of laughing children and without wands under pillows. And damn this world if we will never be able to live.

I loath myself. I am an old man, though you wouldn't think, looking at my ID. Birth date. I am old and tired. I am tired with myself. I am a monster, because once in a month I turn a bloodthirsty wolf? No. I am a monster, because I am dead and I am still alive. I am dead. When you have no hope, no aim, no love you are dead. You may speak or walk, you may have sex or kill. But you are dead. An empty, soulless corpse.

I am exaggerating, I know. There are people that care for me. There are people I love, Weasleys, for example. Even Pompous Percy, who made this life-mistake and betrayed his family, saw his way back and now is the most devoted son I have ever seen. It's important to Arthur, especially now, when Ginny is dead. He, Molly, Percy Charlie and the Twins are still alive… Ron and Bill and Ginny are dead.

So why am I drowning myself with these thoughts?

Because today is an important one. Care to hear why?

Today Severus Snape, the worst enemy of Marauders – by the way, funny I am the only one left – is charged.

He is accused of being the traitor of the Order of the Phoenix.

I think we all know he wasn't the traitor. He fought like seven hells. He risked his neck more than once. We just hate the thought of this greasy git walking on Our Earth.

And on to the point – we hate him not because he was a Death Eater. There are some Death Eaters that changed and were forgiven.

Some time ago we hated him, because he was different. We hate him now, because we know that we hurt him, we broke him, we! It is our fault his life is shit! His fault, too. But also ours! So we want to kill him, because he reminds us of it with every unpleasant smirk he makes. I feel sick when I think how responsible I am for everything that happened to him, for what he became, for what he did.

And now we want to convince ourselves that he deserved what he got. Serves him right, we want to tell. We want to be justified.

Damn me, if I allow it this time.

He must live. If not for himself – as I doubt he has much will to live – then for the sake of our bad, full of nightmares sleep, or maybe sleepless nights. For sake of our responsibility. We must be reminded that it was – is – our fault. We mustn't allow the feeling of reassurance overwhelm us. It is our fault that he became what he became. Even Albus wasn't saint. He also held prejudices against Slytherins.

I don't say everything will change in an instance. We need dozens of years to heal what was hurt. We need to change, and that's difficult.

We need to start now. And it will be a right start with Severus Snape. We owe him a great debt. I owe him a great debt. He was the one to make me understand what's wrong.

May I be damned if I let him be killed for our comfort. May I be damned.

My note again – I do think Orson Scott Card's books made me a better person. I do advise them to everyone. They are about responsibility and what being a human means. I owe him a lot. The books I refer to are from Ender and Alvin series – both second tomes, but I am not sure about correct English titles. Sorry.