The clock strike twelve.

I'm free. The game's afoot.

But other than a brief grin that disappears as quickly as it comes, I make no movements. I have no doubt that you have somehow managed to to monitor my movements.

But I move at dawn, and your world will be tipped on its head. Just like I killed them, my so-called 'family' under the guise of a Death Eater attack. More will be coming.

I have no restrictions. No morals. No cares. One by one, ever man, woman and child dies. I don't care anymore. I couldn't give a shit if they were pureblooded or muggle born. If they were light or dark. My dead heart craves bloodshed. And bloodshed it will have.

And maybe, just for kicks, I'll kill him too.

And then, when your empire has crumbled around you, I'll take your head and have a nice game of football. And then, I will finally be able to get my long awaited rest.

I'm so tired. No amount of sleeping will ever solve this kind of tiredness though. I've been tired all my life. You had to stop me getting my sleep didn't you?

Can't you see how much happier the world would be if you had? Don't you know that every time I did something reckless, it wasn't to prove my bravery to you, it was done in the hope that I might finally get my rest? I should have known that I wouldn't though. Of course not. You needed your weapon. What use would you have for a dead boy? I think that if I could feel, I might feel something, hatred, for you.

But it's been so long since I've felt anything but tired.

Don't you worry your old heart about me though. I won't join him. He's also part of the reason I'm tired. He killed me just as much as you did. He just cast the spell, even if it didn't work, not entirely.

But something sinister came in where that innocent child left. And that something is awake. And he craves one thing. Bloodshed.

But perhaps you will be lucky.

Maybe I will get my rest before you.

Maybe someone will put me down like the rabid dog you would think I am if only you knew. 'Aunt' Marge was always comparing me to rabid dogs. Was she the only one who actually saw me? Was she the only one that saw something sinister, something feral, inside?

Oh well, it's too late now. She's dead too.

But make no mistake. I am coming for you. And none of your spineless cowards will stop me. How many are you going to sacrifice? I know who they are and I know where they rest their heads. Don't you dare think you are safe.

YOU ARE NOT.