Summary:
Part Two's Monologue, centred around fear. I felt that it had a lot of depth in it, so please! PLEASE read it, I'm trying to send a meaning out with this fic!
Disclaimer:
I'm putting a new part into the disclaimer, I know I should just copy and paste the old one and add this to that or whatever… but I'm, as most people say, too damn lazy. Anyway, I do not own, or plan to make profit off of, these Part/Chapter names. Part one was all Lost Horizon, by far my favourite Power Metal band (look em' up if you have the chance! You'll have to look REALLY hard though note this is not intended to be subliminal advertising, it is merely a recommendation). Part Two is called Winter's Sun, which is taken off of Wintersun, my favourite Melodic Death Metal Band (like Lost Horizon I REALLY recommend them), the chapter names also are taken from Wintersun. Yet again I do not own the characters except for Eleanor Reynolds and Aran Schmitz, and they will both be used in other fics ONLY with MY permission, I do not plan to make profit with this tale or with the chapter names.
Part Two:
Winter's Sun
Fear.
Every language in the world has a word for fear, or at least to my knowledge. No one can ignore it, for it dwells in even the bravest of creatures, with the solving of the Sphinx's riddle: Hermione learned that fear can grip at anyone or anything. As I taught my fellow peers in the DA lessons, I did not focus on entirely spellcraft, but I also taught them how to recognize emotions, fear, sorrow, happiness, and so forth. Many thought it quite useless, of course those people left soon after, though I kept going, portraying my beliefs to them, telling them you can't win a duel with just spewing random spells at them like in a classroom, you have to get them on the defensive, let them make the first mistake.
Fear can be manipulated and turned against the enemy, it is a disgusting emotion yes, but sometimes one has to turn the weapon against the enemy, letting them fear for their life just to make the job that much easier. As I made my way through the many years at Hogwarts, I learnt more then spells but how to manipulate the Death Eaters greatest weakness, their pride.
The pride of those Death Eaters allowed me to let them feel fear for once, telling them they were not Voldemort's greatest supporter, telling them they made a mistake coming to me, for their master did not wish them to kill me. It sounds rather simple indeed, and it is as simple as it sounds. No doubt my weakness is that simple as well, for when the weakness is revealed, fear is created. Fear for their life, fear from the wrath of their opponent, fear for their friends, this simple word can make people shiver and sweat.
I have lived in fear before; I feared Voldemort would evoke his wrath upon my greatest friends and indeed he did once. Back when I was the age of one, Voldemort took my parents away with the uttering of one single spell, though apparently I am rather… immune to the fear that the Death Eater's expel. Fear grips at everything it can get to, even something as simple as a name can create
Voldemort, shudders and grim expressions come from every direction of the Wizarding World, though the Muggles have a different fear. Fear of death, fear of their relationships failure… yet is there such a fine difference between the Wizards and the Muggles here? We, of the Wizarding world hold fear for the Dark Lord Voldemort and the Muggle community is afraid of rapists or serial killers, thinking of their children's safety rather than their own.
Both of my parents died for me, allowing my life to keep going on while theirs ended abruptly and sadly. Now Death Eaters hunt for my life because of a bound by an idiotic prophecy! With the presence of fear, so comes the inner courage that lies, quite dormant, in every soul. When Voldemort is spoken without fear, the fear is turned into bravery. When I say the name I do not intend to act courageous, but rather to show to my fellow companions and friends that fear is quite easy to beat. Omitting a simple thing such as a name allows the swelling pride inside of one rise triumphant, expelling the fear quite easily.
When a duel is fought, you are, no doubt, nervous as to what his/her opponent will throw at you, whether it be simple red sparks or the dreaded killing curse. Though is death really something to be afraid of? Death brings end to suffering, those who are weeping in sorrow, though, as Dumbledore told me a long time ago. "Death is but the next adventure."
One should not fear the inevitable end, for it is rather… inevitable, expected even. When you are fighting Death Eaters every moment of your life; you find yourself quite accustomed to the distinctive stench of death. Fear and death are completely different, therefore they should not be mistaken for each other.
One who feared death dramatically was Draco Malfoy, he felt that his life was worth more then a lowly Muggle-born's, therefore he should be able to live longer. Malfoy fought battles yes, conveniently, on the other side of myself, killing children his own young age, Malfoy thought of himself the best, this pride blinded him, blocking him away from the most needed people in the world, friends. Fear entrapped him, causing his mind to become corrupt and his body turned into a killing machine. Malfoy was certainly lost, though he believed himself to be the ultimate being, capable of accomplishing everything; even defeating his master: the great Lord Voldemort. His heart tainted with this inner greed; he was cast out, wandering around the world aimlessly; not being able to cast the simplest of spells.
I thought of myself a copy of Malfoy, torn apart from the rest of the world because of reputation, though I walked a different path, the one of righteous in my opinion, the one that belonged to me. He followed the path of his father, but what he failed to understand was that he was not his father, but himself, he could not follow the path of the ruthless Lucius Malfoy because of the declination of everything needed in his life.
Malfoy feared; that was the huge difference between his father and himself. Nothing is essentially wrong with fearing, it is not an asset of course, but most would rather toss it away, but with this additional emotion; complications start. Such as pure insanity as Malfoy found out the hard way, guilt does not swell inside of me. Malfoy feared at losing everything, especially the reputation that his father had received, though one has to enter battle with nothing to lose.
But now as I gaze up at Hermione's glowing smile… I realize that I have plenty to lose…
- Harry Potter