A/N: Yes, decided to write more...keep guessing as to who this is, I know he would appreciate it if you figure it out. Sorry for the weird chapter titles, it will make more sense when you see it all together.

Father, Father, what do you want of me?

Am I not enough, Father? What more do you ask of me; how much longer before I can be your son? I have done well in my lessons, Father, didn't you see my O.W.L.s? Is twelve O.W.L.s not enough for you?

No, of course not. Nothing is ever enough for you, Father, you want me to be ten thousand more than I ever could be.

So, naturally, Father, there was nothing left for me to do but...answer my summons.

You know, Father, it's not a good idea to bring your work home with you, it gives us children such ideas! We know too much, and then we pass it along, Father, to our friends, and they find for us the way out of the darkness and into the light.

I took the light, Father; I took it kneeling before a fireplace (lit, warm) on flagstones, or marble, I can't remember, Father (will you forgive me?) (cold stone, whatever it was; colder than humanity) and shortly I began to crusade. To give the light unto the world and fight for the kingdom.

And you never even noticed, Father!

I would come home, happier than you poor fools, happier than you after some pointless promotion. Father, old idiot man, did you ever realise that you received so very many promotions to die, old, coward, and no heirs?

Father, you lived a pointless life. Mine- not so.

I fought for the light, my light, something mine and never yours and something I excelled at, Father, much more than I had ever excelled at school or Quidditch or pointless Ministry shit, Father; I had no future so why did I need to plan for mine?

I gave the light unto the world.

When that happens, Father, it's such a rush; you wouldn't believe it, it's like being alive for the first time and living forever in the light.

Do you have the right to take away life, Father?

We hold these truths to be self evident, that all men are created equal (you don't count, Father; you count for nothing; are you a man?), that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Happiness.

Life, Father, you can't take Life away. Quite sad, isn't it, that all I can say to you is from the Constitution of the United States.

Of America.

I find it hard to care, (about that last bit- honestly! We can tell! We're not idiots over here!) Father, when there is such a rush to be had, when there is living to be had, living is bringing in of light, light that shines through mud and dirt, and the light only comes through that cold sweet rush of putting out darkness.

(Explanation, Father, for you are very stupid and I do not doubt in the slightest that you could not understand me): You, Father, you and your kind are darkness. Understood? Yes. Wonderful. We continue.

Light. This is what we are. You are not a part of this we. Only certain people are, Father, and I have but one thing to thank you for in my life- that I was made pureblood and I could become one of the light and one with the light.

Light and darkness, the eternal battle. I am light; you, Father, are darkness. Yes. I am light, Father; you are darkness.

Light always conquers, light reigns ever the victor.

Light extinguishes darkness.

Light-life. Pretty colors.

A/N: Okay, DON'T let all the I-am-light-you-are-darkness talk fool you; he's psycho. Keep reviewing; so far there are two more chapters planned.