Victim 1: Dumbledore

With a sharp, brief knock on Dumbledore's door, Harry's eyes gleamed with determination. The Professor had been the one who suggested the battle take place; he had suggested killing as many death eaters as possible. Did he not realize just because a death eater was on the other side, they were still a real human? With emotions, with actual lives, with loves? His lover, Lucius, had everything in the world to live for – he was highly feared and idolized, had more money than most of the high-society families combined, a gorgeous wife, one of the most aristocratic, handsome son to attend Hogwarts, and last but definitely not least… a younger male who he had been having a love affair with for over a year.

"Ah, Harry. Come in, come in." Dumbledore smiled politely, though a trickle of concern danced in his eyes. Why was Harry Potter staring at him in such an unusual way?

"Hello, Professor." Harry's voice was cold and emotionless. "I came here to ask you a question."

"Yes, my dear boy?" Dumbledore folded his hands and placed them carefully upon his desk, leaning forward slightly.

"Did you ever think that the death eaters we slaughtered might have had a life?"

"I do not believe I understand your question."

"Fine, I will rephrase it. Did it ever occur to you that they might have others who love them, care for them; that they loved?" Dumbledore frowned deeply at Harry's statement.

"I am not seeing why you ask such a thing."

"Maybe I loved one of them," Harry breathed out the words, feeling the tension in his body build up. "Maybe I had to watch the one I loved, die." Dumbledore stood up and intertwined his fingers behind him, as he turned his back to Harry and took a few steps away.

"If that is so, I am deeply sorry you had to have such a loss. But, it was not smart of you to have an affair with someone so dangerous in the first place." For once, Dumbledore's voice sounded hostile and somewhat bitter. Harry placed his hands upon the desk and pushed himself up, sighing to himself. He pulled out his wand and pointed it towards the Professor.

"Once again, I am sorry -," Dumbledore stopped speaking immediately as he turned around and saw Harry with his wand out. Without any hesitation, Harry mumbled the two simple – yet most dreaded words a wizard could hear.

"And I'm not." Harry Potter whispered to the lifeless form.