Soliloquies of Power
While I don't know where I am, I suspect. What I want to know is why I am here… And why I'm still alive. I feel so weak and I hate it. I don't want to be weak. Being weak has allowed my "friend", "family", and the Order to walk all over me. I can no longer allow it. Sirius is no longer here and Remus is the only other one that still gives me a tie to the light. They have treated me like a mushroom all my life – never mind – a mushroom at least gets food even when it's kept in the dark. Since they insist on keeping me in the dark, I must accept the dark for with out the darkness, I may never see light again…