A.N- Chapter fifteen is finally here! But I don't want to be annoying with this, so I'm just going to leave the long A.N. for the end. Read it is you want to. I know that you all know that I'm going to say this, but REVIEW PLEASE!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN-PAINA.N- Sorry to add this, but by the way, chapters 14 and 15 are a part one-part two thing. Sorry if I'm being annoying! Now, here it is…
Being a Death Eater made me understand how the other side works, and I don't mean tactic-wise. In fact, what I mean has nothing to do with the actual war going on. What I began to learn was how they thought, and the mentality of assumed killers. Not all Death Eaters are killers. Sure, the percentage is quite small, but there is still at least one person that I know of.
Me.
Not for long, though. I couldn't last that long. I had to keep up my image as a Death Eater. But that is a story for a different time. Later in the story you will know. That I promise. Because it's still in the story, but just not this part. This just isn't the time.
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After Potions, I had a long list of classes. At every one, I was stared at continuously. No one wanted to sit near me. They were all afraid of me, and it hurt. I then understood what Harry must have felt like back in our second year, when everyone thought that he was the heir of Slytherin. Oh well. At least the spotlight wasn't on his for once. Oh, who am I kidding! I wasn't even a little bit happy for him. For once in my life, I gave myself the liberty to be selfish and care about myself; not for house-elves or Harry or Ron or Ginny or anyone or anything else. I cared about me, and it felt good.
And then finally, the horrible day ended. My dorm-mates were terrified to sleep in the same room as me, but at least I got a decent night's sleep. That is, until I remembered what was to happen. Dumbledore's death would have to be soon. He's too brilliant to deny it. He's also too brave, and too noble. The three characteristics that could – and will – kill a person.
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"Good morning all. We have a special guest joining us today: Aberforth Dumbledore, my dear brother. It is my request that you treat him as you would treat one of the teachers, and that is with respect," said the Headmaster of Hogwarts the next morning. The dreadful time had come.
"Albus, come. Let us talk," said Aberforth to his older and famous brother.
"Not right now, Aberforth. Let us wait until breakfast is over, and all have left the Great Hall."
"We'll only be gone for a second."
"What's so important that it couldn't wait until after breakfast? You were never so impatient."
"It's nothing. It's just that I've missed you so much. You practically lock yourself up at this school. Isn't it lonely?"
"Lonely? I live in a castle with about 900 people, and hundreds of house-elves. How could one call that lonely?"
"How can you regard servants as companions? You know what? It doesn't matter. I'll never understand you, Albus, as long as you or I live. So, when is the breakfast over? I have things to discuss with you, and I don't want to be overheard," said Aberforth.
I was watching all of this from Gryffindore with disgust. I knew what was happening, and it made me sick. Actually, is you want to get precise it made me cry. While watching this, I was crying. I was trying to keep it in for both his and my sake, but I couldn't. All I could think about was how the most amazing person I have ever known would be dying a horrible, traitorous death soon. It was enough to make pretty much anyone cry.
Meanwhile, Harry was opening up a letter he had received with the daily mail. It was a letter from yours truly. Of course, I didn't address it with my name. It didn't say my name. I had to be very careful nowadays.
It read:
"Dear Harry,
"Today, something life-shattering to both you and me is going to happen. I can't tell you what. But just remember that I was always faithful to both you and him. And when my time comes, and he can't defend me, remember that I was faithful. Remember me.
An Old, Long-Gone Friend
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The death of the muggle-loving fool is coming soon.
Oh please, don't pretend to be happy about this.
Not you again. Just when I thought that I was free…
Ah yes, then I show up. I know how much you've missed me. So how's your little girlfriend doing?
What little girlfriend, you idiot?
Don't forget that if I'm an idiot, you're an idiot too.
No, not true. Because you're not me. You have this insane idea that I'm going out with Granger, or have a crush on her, or something stupid like that.
Don't pretend.
Don't pretend what? You don't make any sense…as usual.
Haha, very funny. You're just a regular comedian.
Why do we always have these stupid, pointless conversations?
Hey, just that fact that you're talking to yourself makes it stupid.
Okay, for the last time, you're not me. You're-
Your inner-voice. Moron, THAT'S STILL YOU!
Calm down.
Well, before I go, I just want to say have a nice life with little Granger over there. Your two will certainly make beautiful little babies.
SHUT UP! She's not my girlfriend, and I don't have a crush on her.
Just keep saying it. Maybe it will come true. Maybe.
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"Who's the letter from?" asked Ginny.
"I don't know. It didn't come with a name or anything. All it said was "A Long-Gone Friend."
"Could it be from Sirius?" asked Ron.
"Don't be stupid! He's dead, "said Ginny, before noticing the look on Harry's face. "Sorry I forgot-"
"Easy for you to forget. He wasn't your godfather. You haven't lost everything close to you."
"You still have me and Ron and…"
"And Dumbledore, Harry. You have him too. You're really close with him. It's almost like he's your father. A very old father."
"That's your grandfather, you moron!" exclaimed Ginny, cuffing him on the back of his head.
Harry laughed. "It's just that with Sirius gone – and Hermione now too – I feel like everyone is leaving me."
"Hermione's a bitch," said Ginny. "You know that, right? She was probably working for the Death Eaters the entire time. Oh my God! She could have told them what was going on in the Order! What is going on in the Order!"
"Calm down. I have a feeling that she started with them this year."
"You never know. Remember what happened with Peter Pettigrew. He was very close to your parents and Sirius, and you know what happened with them."
"It's not like that."
"Oh really? Then what's it like. He spied for the Death Eaters. What do you think that Hermione does? Dances around drunk and drinks good booze?"
"Maybe."
"Time for a reality check, Harry. She's gone. You lost her to a snake. Well actually, I should say that Ron here lost her to a snake, but whatever. You get my point."
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"Well, Aberforth? You wanted to speak with me."
"Voldemort asked me to give you this. AVADA KEDAVRA!"
And then Dumbledore, the most talented and wise wizard that I have ever met, died. He was literally stabbed in the back-or not. It was more like literally killed by his brother. This is where the saying "Et tu Brute" comes into practice. And of course, I saw all of this happen. Every word and every second is etched in my memory-until the day I die.
A.N- IM EVIL! MUA HAHA!