I'm not going to bother you with my torments in Hell. It would be tedious for me and I don't have much time to talk but, I do want you to know about my past. When I was young I didn't hate muggles. I know you've heard me say I've always despised them since childhood but, in truth I've never had. My first memory was of a car. I don't remember the brand it came from but, I do remember it was blue and it was shiny. The inside was just as nice with white leather seats. The person I was with was a cousin of mine that I only saw once but, I personally wish I could have seen more often. His name was Ricky, he wore sunglasses, greased hair and a leather jacket. Ricky was a very cool guy, very smooth talker. I remember the drive going to a diner with me sharing his BLT sandwich, fries and milkshake. I always asked my mother if I could see Ricky again but, she's always respond "There's no Ricky, it's all in your head."
As I got older I would sneak out of the house while mother was taking one of her long naps so I could listen to my neighbors play The Beatles on her record player. At first I thought she was screaming because she caught me eaves dropping when in reality she was screaming in delight at the sound of their voice. Once I caught on to that I would actually start screaming myself and once that started happening the neighbor actually caught me. After that I wasn't allowed to go out until I went to Hogwarts.
It was either my first year or second year at Hogwarts I got to experience a movie for the first time. A friend in Slytherin was talking about a motion picture called 2001: A Space Odyssey. He kept talking how real it felt to him, how it felt like he was flying without having to leave his seat. I personally didn't believe him at first until the film started. I was hypnotized the whole time, from the beginning of time to the epic ending of the film. I don't know how the muggles felt about it but that movie opened my eyes to how great and terrible muggles can be.
I know you don't believe me Draco but, it's true. They have done things that would impossible to us. We can fly up into the clouds yet they can go beyond the sky and touch the moon. We can kill a person with a curse yet they can kill millions by simply dropping a bomb. We might think we're more powerful when in reality we're nothing. The Sister showed my own hypocrisy to me and it is more painful then any physical torture I've ever been in. I saw Ricky sharing a milkshake with me, I saw the girl screaming on the floor whenever John Lennon began to sing, and I saw myself in that theater all those years ago but that was nothing compared to when I first met your mother.
Remember the story I always told you when you were young. I wanted you to believe I met her at Hogsmeade and we fell in love their when in reality I began falling in love with her of a muggle theater. I was sitting in the middle while your mother sat in the back. The movie was called A Clockwork Orange (I love Kubrick movies, was actually sad to hear his death after the defeat of Voldemort). Once it got to the rape scene I heard her scream and I recognized her in the Slytherin house. I followed her out into the lobby were she was hyperventilating. "That was worse then Rosemary's Baby, how can anyone sing so joyfully while doing such terrible acts to innocent people." It took her awhile to calm her down. I didn't think she would go back yet strangely she did, "Just so long as you're with me that's all." After that moment I knew somehow we were going to be together and we went out doing the most muggle thing ever by simply going out to dinner and a movie.
Those memories of mine the Sister used against me. Sometimes I'd be happy with the dream when it would suddenly become a nightmare. One moment I would be sitting next to your young mother watching the first said movie then the next she would be there with bodies torn to pieces everywhere with bits of blood covering the screen. Other times she would put me inside the movie, often in the part of the rape victim. It never shown the act past the stripping of the girl but I knew what happened and I don't want to talk about it, ever.