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At last…
I stir the potion carefully clock-wise. Usually I enjoy the delicate art of potion brewing, but now my mind is wandering. I can't believe it. I simply can't.
Sirius Black is dead.
As is James Potter.
There must be some kind of god-like being laughing over this.
I sneer. Black and Potter… my mortal enemies, my tormenters, both finally gone to Hell, were they belong.
I can't find the words to describe what they used to do to me, in our Hogwarts days. The curses, the 'pranks', the humiliation! And all our teachers, just smiling and doing nothing to stop them. Why should they? I was, after all, only a Slytherin. A filthy Slytherin, not worthy to lick the Golden Gryffindors' feet. Even the Headmaster didn't do much to help me. "Don't exaggerate, Severus, they're only pulling pranks on you." Of course, Headmaster. The fact those 'pranks' made my life a living hell wasn't as important as the Golden Duo's fun. You laughed as hard as they when you heard they turned me upside-down and Lily had to save me. Perfect, sweet Lily. Too bad she was a Mudblood, otherwise I could have shown her how much her help meant to me. But no Slytherin may act nice towards a Mudblood, says the unwritten law, and I was planning to follow that rule. Not that I really minded – my parents brought me up to believe anything 'Muggle' was beneath us. Still, it's a shame I couldn't even say 'thank you' before she was killed. I couldn't risk my cover being blown.
That one night, when Pettigrew went to the Dark Lord and told him where the Potters lived… Yes, I knew he was the traitor, I knew it all along. The Dark Lord trusted me, more than anyone else – except maybe that young Crouch, but he didn't last long. He had the loyalty, not the mind. The Dark Lord has never known I was a double agent – and Albus has never known I didn't always tell him everything.
They both said I was loyal to them, however they were both wrong. The Dark Lord should have known, but appearently he has forgotten: a Slytherin is only loyal to himself.
I have always known Black was framed. Pettigrew lived – blasted rat he is – and was the true Secretkeeper of the Potters. I only wonder why Albus hasn't told anyone that after the incident. Well, he probably sensed the Ministry of Magic wouldn't believe it. They were too glad they had finally caught a Death Eater with proof. Not that they need proof, those idiots. Oh, they call it 'legal', and 'Light', but once in their dungeons they can make you say you're a fluffy rabbit, if they want you to. Proof? "The suspect has confessed."
I've been there. A few times, actually. Before and after I turned traitor. And you know what? I think I'd rather be in the Dark Lord's dungeons. At least he doesn't keep telling you rubbish about "it's for your own good", and "this is where the pad of Darkness leads everyone, you filthy Death Eater."
Death Eater. I may be a traitor and a spy, but somewhere inside my soul the Darkness still lingers. Oh yes.
That is why I never told Albus Pettigrew was a traitor. That is why I could hear of Black's death without a single feeling of grief. He fell behind the Veil, the idiot. Where is his bravoure now? And Potter's? James en Black… Finally they are both gone. Completely. No coming back.
They made my life a living Hell, as kids and as Aurors. James was the first to die. It was great to know Black rotted in Azkaban… Still, he could escape – and he did.
But now, Sirius Black is dead.
At last.
Ok, I'm mental.