Beyond redemption. That is what I am.
I chased my dream, when I was younger – the dream of power and magic and darkness. Chased the power to destroy my parents – father's abuses and mother's weaknesses would lead to my strength. But I walked from one nightmare to another, and I knew that Voldemort would not settle until he was my master. He tried to break me, time and again – if I had been broken, he would have given up his game and turned his attentions elsewhere. But I refused to be broken. And when I saw his immanent downfall, I left him to fall alone.
Dumbledore welcomed me, when I had nowhere to go. He trusted me, when the whole world was against me. He granted me redemption when I deserved none. And how I hated him for it. Those blue eyes, twinkling at me with knowledge; his manipulations encouraging me to do what he would never do. He controlled my destiny – and I hated it. My debt to him has been repaid. All the manipulations of the past years have been repaid. And he knew it, at the last.
But there is one more debt. My parents are dead and gone; my self-made saviour is dead and gone; and now – the debt for pain and humiliation, for the necessity of the past years, for the lack of peace I have. I will do everything within my power to destroy this monster – for he is no longer human.
I will be my own person. I will fight my way to freedom. Though they hate me, the world will know my name, and will have to recognise my contribution to this fight. I will make them regret the pain they have caused me. I will have fame and glory and power.
Even if I am beyond redemption.