The world is stretched to the breaking point. The battle between good and evil is ever changing, ever molding to the conforms of the Dark Lord and Dumbledore. And finally someone has fallen.
Today, news reached Slytherin house by way of owl: two of our number have fallen.
“…Adrian Pucey and Marcus Flint, two graduated Hogwarts students, and those in deep devotion to the Dark Lord, were killed this morning by aurors from the Ministry..,” so read the article in the Daily Prophet.
I actually feel a great deal of remorse: I played with both of them on the Slytherin team before the graduated after my third year. But it is a shock that the… well… Dumbledore’s side is winning.
I guess I’m almost lucky in this instance, though it’s hard to tell. One because I have yet to choose my side: I can still go against the Dark Lord; two because it was not me down there fighting aurors.
I don’t ever want to fight aurors.
But I was thinking that it would be an interesting profession. I still have two years before I must choose, but nonetheless…
I just can’t believe the Slytherin reactions. They cried it, they sobbed it, and the bravest among them screamed it through the eerie silence that had settled upon the Great Hall. I was in a state of forced adrenalin shock that left me immoble as I read and re-read the article that lay over my bacon and biscuits (consiquently there is now a big grease spot on the back page of the paper).
I think I still am in shock.
But since we have taken final exams and are simply waiting for our grades to return, what day it is is no longer a concern. I know I have Quidditch this afternoon at two, but that still leaves over two hours to recollect myself.
I’m now glad that I have this muggle device. It plays “CD’s” and since my mother knew this, she sent me several. The latest thing I’ve been playing is “Rubyhorse; Rise.” It’s upbeat and inspiring and makes me want to join the good side, the light side.
If only it were so simple. My father is yes, a deatheater, and Voldemort’s (I can say the name as well as Potter, for I don’t fear it either) left hand one (since Pettigrew is his right hand one), but I don’t fear the Dark Lord. My father knows I have shown no intention of joining the dark side, and the Dark Lord knows too. They have created a society where I am not necessary for survival, but if I join, I am a further asset. I don’t think I want to be an asset to the Dark Lord. I want to challenge him someday.
Well I guess that solves it.