Disclaimer : I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters…it's all J.K.Rowling's…
His best friend and his wife were dead.
Killed by one of their own.
Their son was an orphan.
Doomed to never know them.
Never know what great people they were.
Never to know him, his godfather.
Because of one mistake.
He had gone after their murderer. And he had paid for it. No one knew. No one testified. No witness. He had taken care of that.
He had also made sure to lock him in the most dreadful place ever to exist.
Azkhaban.
He had cried, wept and screamed against it all.
He had cried his best friend's death. He had cried on the injustice of it all.
Now, he didn't cry any more.
He was past that.
The only thing that mattered was revenge.
It was all that was keeping him alive.
Revenge.
That, and knowing he was innocent.
To know that one day he would break free and avenge his friends.
Avenge their death.
Avenge the tears and the painful years that had passed by.
Avenge his own wasted life.
Avenge their son, for being obliged to live without parents.
But he seemed to be okay. He had survived. He had taken on the powerful wizard and had survived. With only a scar.
He knew he was destined to do great things.
And he, his godfather, wouldn't be there to help him.
He had to taste revenge.
He had to kill the murderer.
It was his last chance .
His last chance of ever living free, free of regrets and guilt.
He hadn't been there,
He couldn't help.
But he would pay for it all.
Revenge.
He could almost taste it.
Sweet revenge.