Chapter 12
You haven't said much since that day. Just those three words. Well a couple of days after the final battle you said something else but that was the only time. I didn't get a happy birthday or a happy Christmas, not even a happy new year. No all I get is those three words. Not surprisingly then I can remember exactly what you said in hospital that day.
You were lying in a bed in St. Mungo's. I was there; I hadn't left your side since you said those three words. Harry, Ginny, Neville and Luna were also there, all standing quietly by your bed. You were the first to break the silence.
"Sorry. It is all I can say. You may never believe it and I don't blame you for it. But I am sorry. If I could I would go back and change things. I don't expect your forgiveness. Do with me what you will, I deserve your worst. I will never forgive myself for what I have done. Sorry."
I wanted to say that no matter how much you said you were sorry, after what you had done you didn't deserved to live. And that I would enjoy watching you die. But before I could say anything Harry spoke.
"I won't forgive you because if I said I didn't hate you for what you did I would be lying. However I will let you live on the condition that you help us re-build the wizarding world. Deal?"
And he held out his hand, and you shook it. I was shocked. Harry hated you and had promised to kill you after you killed Ron. Why was he letting you live? I looked to Ginny, Neville and Luna waiting for them to cry out and bring Harry to his senses. But they didn't. Instead they each in turn shook hands with you. What was wrong with them? Had they already forgotten how many you had killed?
I opened my mouth to disagree, to argue with them, to bring them back to their senses. But nothing came out because somewhere deep down inside me I knew that now after all these years of hating you, wanting to kill you I couldn't. And it's all because of those words.
I stopped wanting to kill you when the day when you said I love you. That's why I hate you.