Disclaimer: You are being hypnotized as you read this…soon you will believe that I am the Empress of the World! maniacal cackle…attempt fails miserably Ah, well…maybe you'll believe I own Harry Potter and his smexy friends? No? Well, fine then. Sod off. I mean…er…read this first!
Lesson 2: War Enemies. Not so great.
If I could change I would. But if I tried to change now, well, I'd only be different for oh…about the five seconds that it would take my lord (note the heavy sarcasm) to read my mind and avada kedavra me. So I've had to keep up this shameless façade. The only person whom I could ever drop it around was Moaning Myrtle. But stupid Potter had to take that away. In doing so, he almost killed me, and as my life was flying away from me, I could have kissed him. It was the perfect means of Escape. The only route I could take to get out, but no. Bloody Professor Snape had to save me. I know that I should be thanking him, but that is exactly how twisted my 'master' has made me. It is a loss of life. It somewhat resembles the loss of life I, myself, have melded into the old kook who used to hold my life in his hands for nine months out of the year. It's a wonder I've made it this far. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I found out that he-who-must-not-be-named was an actual leligmens. Of course, I had my suspicions before hand, but mere weeks ago my favorite professor, and also the one I hated the most at times, informed me viciously of the-feared-one's power to view the contents of people's minds. I shook with fear at the thought of him reading my mind. He would know of all my traitorous thoughts against him, all the crucial moments where his plans could have progressed but instead started their decline from a few supposedly snide comments out of my mouth to the infamous Harry bloody Potter. What other choices could I have had? I taught myself the secret art of repelling people away from my mind, of keeping false thoughts on the surface, of appearing rumpled but actually knowing exactly what I was doing. The 'fearsome' man-who-let-the-boy-live believed himself to be in charge, but if I have learned anything at this amazing school, it is how to twist things to my advantage, how to take people's own words and throw them back in their face. He believes himself to be in charge, and yet, I am the one truly controlling the operation. I may not be the one with the plans, but I am the one who can turn them into my own plots. I, of all people, do not want Potter to die. I may hate him with a fiery, vengeful passion, but he is my only permanent escape from this hell. People think about the prophecy often; only one logical conclusion resides. It is what life always comes down to. The battle of wills, the battle between good and evil. The battle between who thinks they have the power, and those who actually do. It is funny really, how people spend generations improving their status, their wealth, their lives, and in the end, it always ends. Even, alright, fine, Voldemort thought he had thwarted death, but he hasn't, only postponed it temporarily. Eventually, Harry will defeat him. After all, good always triumphs in the end.
Author's Note: I know. Short and terrible formatting. Flames telling me this would be just as acceptable as nice sweet loving reviews. Please review and I'll do the same. Have a cookie for reading it anyway!