The Greater Good

Disclaimer: All of this is based upon the lovely J.K. Rowling's work.

(…): Random thoughts or ideas

Italics: Thoughts and emphasis

Bold: Emphasis

AN: Um… a warning. This chapter has some slight language in it.

Five little words … just five. Words that have changed not only my life, but the lives of all those around me. Just five little words … that sent my entire world … my entire universe crumbling, crashing down.

Five little words that took two of the most precious, wonderful people from me. Five little words that destroyed my best friend's (brother's) life. Five little words that endangered the one I love most of all … and sent him to his doom (or close to it)…

All for the greater good.

…And I know what Harry would say to that, what he would would say to Dumbledore… What about me? What about what was good for me … what was best for me? Did you ever stop to think about that? Was it always about you and what was best for them? What about my parents? What about Sirius?

… And that bastard knew … HE KNEW … all this time. He knew why Voldemort was after Harry. He knew why so many people were dying. He knew everything!

And most of it … the death, the deceit, the treachery … was all orchestrated by him.

He knew why Voldemort was chasing after Lily and James. He knew the Longbottoms (Frank and Alice … and little Neville) were all in danger. Yet, he didn't tell them anything. He just let go in blindly.

Mark my words … had Dumbledore been the Secret Keeper, Voldemort would still have killed my brother and his wife (my sister).

Hell, he even knew that I was innocent and that Peter (that bastard, that rat) was guilty. But did he do anything? … No, he didn't. He left me to rot, while Harry (my precious Harry, my son by everything that truly matters) was left to fend for himself. A child (my child) was left with them … those monsters that paraded around in mantel of normalcy, pretending to actually be human.

And I know why he did it. I know why Harry had to go to the Dursleys. It was not because Harry needed to be raised away from his fame or that he was in danger (though he was) … it was because Dumbledore needed control. He needed my son to be malleable and naïve. He needed a faithful follower; he needed someone he could mold into a weapon. He could not risk me raising my son. Oh no, not that because then he wouldn't have control. I would have made sure that Harry was independent, that he was free to be whatever he chose to be. And Dumbledore would never allow that. He needed someone that would only support him.

And that was exactly what he thought he had … but I know different. My son is far smarter than everyone thinks. He is a true Slytherin (and I am proud to say it). He had everyone fooled, even that old bastard. Everyone thought that he was a Golden Child (and I admit that he is) but they never knew that he was also a Silver Serpent. My Harry knew from the beginning that things would be expected from him; he knew that it would be far better to be underestimated and overlooked. He knew and I knew … and we had everyone else fooled.

I come from a dark family. I am dark, my brother is dark, and my son is dark.

…But dark does not mean evil … and light does not mean good. Dumbledore proves that.

He pretends that he is this wise old man, that he is caring and kind. He pretends to be everyone's best friend, their grandfather as it were. Yet, he uses people … and when he is done he just throws them away (like he did with my Harry). And if they won't go away … well, Dumbledore has been known to remove people … permanently.

Dumbledore only manipulates and lies. And he says that he does what is in the best interest of the majority. In the best interest of those bloody cowards that would sooner sell out their own friends, their own kin (their own flesh and blood), their own families (whether it be by spirit or blood) … than stand for what was decent, for what was good, for what was right.

He lies and betrays and manipulates … and does a hundred other unspeakable things. Hell, he even sent me to my death and used my son to do it. But it is all okay. It is all for the greater good.

…And he thinks that I am gone, that I am dead. But I know different. And my son knows different (he has known all along). I am back, though only can hardly say that I ever left. Dumbledore said I was gone, he said I was dead. But I was merely … misplaced … and with the help of my son I am … ha … found again.

He twisted my brother against us, against Harry. The Maker only knows what kind of spells he used against Remus. I can only guess that he used something far fouler than the Imperious Curse. Something that not only ensnares the mind, but tries to break it or twist it. And little Nymphadora (the one that should be my cousin) … I know that she is in on it. She has forced herself on my brother. She has forced him to marry her and to abandon Harry.

I saw the pain in my son's eyes when he thought that another who was father to him was now lost, when he believed that Remus had betrayed him. But he knows the truth now, and he will help Remus just as he helped me.

…And don't even get me started on the red-headed hoard … or that bushy haired hypocrite. Now don't get me wrong, they were once friends of both my son and I (though Dumbledore arranged it to be so) … but now they are only betrayers. I don't know why they turned on us and I probably never truly will … all I know is that they did.

It began when my son was in his fourth year, during the tournament, when his supposed best friend abandoned him. He (I won't lower myself to name him) had this look in his eyes, this gleam. Both Harry and I knew that he was only in it for the notoriety of being friends with the-boy-who-lived. Fame by proxy as it were.

And yet, Harry took him back. My son knew … but still … he took him back. Harry believes in forgiveness and second chances, even when people don't deserve either. He believes that people can change and that they can better themselves.

But Harry won't forgive them now; far too much damage has been done. He won't be forgiving the Weasleys … nor Granger … and especially not that lying, treacherous Headmaster.

…and I sincerely hope that one day they will all get what is coming to them. Maker help me I will beg you for it. Make those Weasleys understand the pain of abandonment. Make Granger know treachery. Make Dumbledore (that bloody, bleeding bastard) pay for all of his sins. Make him pay for all of the lies, for all the deaths …

Maker just make him stop. Prevent him from doing any of it anymore…

…That truly would be for the greater good.

AN: Hehe, I just could not stand Remus as a bad guy, so I had to make it where he was under a spell. And well, it does (as they say) make the plot much deeper and convoluted. Oh, and the next chapter of How to Tell the Truth from the Lies will be delayed. As I said on my author's page, I am playing Kotor II: The Sith Lords. I would very much like to beat it before break is over.

Nora01: Thanks! Yes, Luna is the angel. The bubbly professor is Flitwick (I can't believe that no one got the reference). The red headed hoard is the Weasleys. And Remus was the monster, but he was … er … framed.

ReginaLucifer: The POV was Lily's. I believe that you can guess whose POV this chapter is in.

Ever Hopeful,

Azar