Chapter Three
What do you want from me? Why won't you leave me alone?
I want a strait answer.
Well ask, damnit! Don't just sit there and mock me!
Sit?
You know what I mean, you son of a bitch!
Of course I do. But you deserve it.
No I don't.
You do. You can't even give me a strait answer.
Maybe if you shut the hell up and let me think-
I have. Remember? You never answered. You can't be trusted to figure it out yourself.
Oh yeah, you gave me, what, a couple hours? How the hell am I supposed to figure out what you want to know that fast, huh?
Yet you can respond with cheek and attitude instantly. Fascinating. Now answer me. Why?
He deserved it!
Why?
He killed Dumbledore! He deserved it!
Had you met in battle he would have deserved it. You didn't. You killed him in cold blood. Murderer.
I'm not a murderer! He is! How many people has he killed over the years? He killed Dumbledore! It's his fault that my parents are dead, isn't it? There is - was - NOTHING good or decent about that man.
Who are you trying to convince?
You, you sick son of a bitch!
Well now, that's not nice to say about poor old Lily, is it? After all, she did die for you, so that would make her the exact opposite of a bitch.
SHUT UP! GO AWAY!
I'll leave when you let me. Now. Answer me. Why?
I told you! He had to die! He deserved it!
Because he killed Dumbledore. I heard you. But you read the book. You read Snape's own words when he got the order and when he carried it out. He didn't act of his own accord. He was working on orders. He could have helped immensely now.
I didn't know! I didn't know!
Everyone has 20/20 hindsight vision. Efficient.
Gods, just go! Go away! Leave me alone. I did what had to be done.
Wasn't it an old Star Trek movie that said "Revenge is a dish best served cold"? How was it? Cold enough for you?
Please just go. I can't think about this now. I have to focus.
On what? Killing again? Learning some nice new curses from Snape now aren't you? Now he's dead? Funny how you never learned from him when he was alive.
Oh Gods…
Gods? God has nothing to do with it.
"Harry!"
Why are you doing this?
"Harry! Come on!"
The better question would be 'Why am I doing this?' You think we're separate? We're not. We are one. Where you go, I come along. At least you'll never be alone.
"Harry! Breakfast is ready. Hurry and get up or Fred and George will eat it all."
Yes Harry. Hurry up. Can't you feel our stomach rumbling? I sure can.
"I'm up, Ron, I'm awake. Grab me a seat will you?"
That's right. Go play your games, Harry.