Dear Mother ( Read more... )

This year was a severe disappointment to me. And not just because I remain in this cell, with nothing to look at but the four bare stone walls, nothing to do but count my teeth with my tongue and wonder what's going on in the wide world beyond the fortress. Not because I have been abandoned by my Lord, my friends, even my family. Not even because ( Read more... )

I don't need to forgive anyone. I'm not in the habit of forgiving. Those who have wronged me know this, and do not expect it. Nor would I expect it of them. There is only one person whose forgiveness I have ever wanted, and I was not surprised not to receive it. It would have been meaningless anyway, and I knew it. I knew I had to work to earn it, ( Read more... )

Response for the following challenges: "The first time I saw..." and "What is the one thing about yourself you don't want anyone else to know?"

( The first time I saw my wife after my arrest, she brought me some dreadful news. Note: Contains spoilers for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Slashy undertones implied, though nothing graphic. )

The most humiliating betrayal I have ever suffered came not at the hands of one of my fellow Death Eaters, nor even at the hands of one of Dumbledore's Order. It came from the least likely source I could possibly have imagined: a house-elf called Dobby ( Read more... )

There are no visitors allowed in Azkaban. Day after day, week after week, year after year, the only people you see are the guards and your fellow prisoners. I had no wish to associate with them. Several of the other inmates were arrested the same night I was, and it was their incompetence that landed me in that hellhole to begin with. And many of ( Read more... )

( 'Which are you more afraid of: Being too gullible and believing things that aren't true, or being too skeptical and missing out on something important?' and 'Write a ficlet on the theme of trust'. A discussion with the Minister of Magic post-GoF. )

Magic, of course ( Read more... )

( Have you ever regretted a wish you made? Why? What happened? )

Love means nothing to me. As I said earlier, I do not believe love even exists. It's an illusion, an hallucination. However, it is a useful illusion, in that it gives me and others like me a means by which to manipulate others. It never ceases to amaze me how far people will go to protect the ones they "love." I have used this to my benefit more ( Read more... )