Lament
of the Angels:
Bartemius
Crouch
I was a damned old fool.
I realize that now. It has taken time – it's taken two bloody years – but I realize that.
I tried to bring the fighters, the warriors of the Light, down into the mud and the muck.
But you – you would never sink to their level.
Maybe that's why you'll win. Maybe that's why you can't fail. Because you can't even conceive of their level.
It's too far beneath you.
I was a gruff old man who let his wife convince me to do something I knew was wrong. I cost Amos Diggory's boy his life, and cost you your safe future.
I hope someday – one hundred years or more from now, I pray – when you join me, you can forgive me.
Because I was a damned old fool. And I hope that, when the time comes, I can lend you strength.
Remember me, boy. Remember what not to be.
Review if you have something to say.
Cheers,
LIZ
