Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related franchise as they belong to J.K. Rowling and not me and I am not making any profit off of this story.
The end.
The war is over.
The war has been won.
The war has only just begun.
No one cares though, not right now.
All they see is victory.
All I see is history repeating itself.
So Tom Riddle is dead?
Why should I care, he was dead sixteen years ago and nothing changed.
He was believed dead when I started school.
No one changed the system.
No one changed the ministry.
No one changed Hogwarts.
No one changed their minds, instead, they were just more sure of themselves.
Dark vs light.
Evil vs good.
Light is the only answer.
Thousands of years of history thrown to the wind or preserved in a crazed devotion.
This was not a victory for the wizarding world, this was a victory for the so-called "good guys".
The Gryffindors.
They stand at the front of this victory, they are the heroes.
We will not change.
We will stand in the dark, away from the light.
Hiding from those who would decide our fates.
Hiding from the fear that will morph into hatred.
After all, by age 11 we were destined for evil.
Destined to be the villain to be conquered by the hero.
Are parts in this dance were assigned and we performed them to perfection.
We are the problem.
Slytherin, the house that remains only to identify those that will be the villains.
What is the point?
The world will return to how it has always been.
Harry Potter will remain the hero.
Hermione Granger will push for equality.
Ron Weasley will make his mark on the world.
And there is nothing wrong with that.
Potter has just defeated the dark lord, he deserves to be seen as a hero.
Granger will do amazing things, she will go far and push our world into the next century in one way or another.
Weasley has done things no one else would dare, he deserves to be seen.
But they to are forever blinded by their prejudices.
Or will they break free of them?
And will that be enough...probably not.
But no one will move past this like we need them to.
It is not our way.
They will laugh and smile and be free.
Then it will return to how it was for the last sixteen years until the next dark lord appears.
Riddle... a symptom of an even greater problem in our world.
After all the two sides claim their moral ground, one wins and the other struggles fanatically to preserve what they no until both sides exist as extremes.
The symptom of a society that refuses to change at its core.
But I will not be around to see it.
After all, I am to go Azkaban...if they could catch me.
But they can't.
Becuase I ran and they can't find me here.
The war ended and I ran because I know the way this story goes.
The same way it went for my father.
The Dark Lord dies and the followers who can't bribe their way out of trails by veritaserum go to Azkaban.
But don't worry, I knew we would lose.
Of course, we would lose, flawed principles and an insane leader.
We never had a chance.
I don't really care.
I never really cared.
Why should I care?
Why did I have to care?
Why do they care?
I wasn't looking for a chance, my fate was sealed all that was left was to outlast this war.
And I did.
Maybe my story can serve as a warning to all future Slytherins?
If anyone bothered to remember it.
I'm not going to be there to tell it to them.
Slytherins.
We were not the heroes of this story.
Slytherins.
We will never be the heroes.
Slytherins.
I know it, you know it.
Slytherins.
Severus Snape never was the hero in life.
Slytherins.
Draco Malfoy was never just a child.
Slytherins.
We are all the products of our society.
Slytherins.
We are all the combination of nature and nurture.
Slytherins.
We are all both beings of free will and beings of destiny.
Well, I suppose it doesn't matter now.
It's not my problem anymore.
After all, I'm gone.
I've emptied my Gringotts account.
I've paid my respects to the dead.
I've ... well, I guess it doesn't matter.
This is the end of my story.
A beginning for this new person I can now become.
I am finally to be free of the mold I was put into at 11 years old.
This is the end and it is glorious.