Everybody's Fool

Everybody's Fool

By Azkaban Riddle

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Clever. Very clever, I'll give you that. But not clever enough, oh no, not for me! Did you really think for one second you could actually get away with this? That you could really fool me? With a simple few words and tadah! I would become your so-called 'friend' again?

Well, you are wrong. So undoubtedly wrong! For your information and everyone else's, I never was your friend, just your 'friendly' back-stabber. There is a difference, you know. Just because I acted like your friend doesn't mean that I ever was. How can I be the 'friend' of a piece of vermin like you? No, never.

Some people say one like ourselves should never say never, but I defy those rumors and old sayings. Do you want to know why?

Well, it's simple: because I mean it. I really do. Whenever I say 'never', I mean never; there's no other way around that.

Now, in front of me, held at wand-point, you kneel on the floor. You dare to look into me green-emerald eyes and ask- no, more like beg- for mercy. You are in front of me and you plead innocence, you plead for mercy; for understanding, for- for survival, and I laugh.

I laugh in your face at such a suggestion! When did you do those things to other people? When did you spare them when they asked for forgiveness and leniency?

As far as I know and have heard, not even once in a life time. You sometimes acted like my mother's friend, and may be even you were at some point in the past, but at one opportunity to help Voldemort and kill her, you took it.

You didn't even look back at what had been and who had helped you in years past during your way through school life. You destroyed all the wanted family I had ever and will probably continue wishing for until the day I die. You made me an orphan when I was a one-year old.

You left me to suffer for ten bloody years, living with relatives that hated me more than I hated them! You left me to starve! You killed the only parent-like figure I had left- my godfather, Sirius. You killed off my wife and my three-month old baby son- James Sirius Potter....

And then, you come and ask for forgiveness?

You had no mercy at all in the past, so why should I?

You are going down bitch, with all the grace you can manage, I bet. I don't think it will be much though, especially not now. I laugh once again, a cold laugh, glaring at the look on your face.

It exhilarates me so much more, for it is a look of pure horror, and most of all, regret.... You feel regret for everything that has been, for everything you have ever done, but it is too late. It's too late to change the past; the 'might-have-been' is all forgotten now.

I steady my wand, looking coldly at you. You slowly get up from your chair and walk closer to me. Tears fall from your eyes and flow freely down your cheeks. You reach your hand upward to the side of my face and caress it, looking sadly into my hatred-filled eyes.

I move backwards, away from your now outstretched hand.

Then, unexpectedly, you suddenly lunge forward and kiss me on the lips. It is not a passionate kiss, but a soft one, almost like you are trying to savor it.

Disgusted by such an attempt from you, I push you away from me and you fall to the floor, now crying hard. I point my wand at you once again, my hand is as steady as it will ever be.

You look at me pleadingly, and I ignore your calls for survival. You have to die. But first, you have to pay....

I raise my wand when I feel it slipping from my hand and grip it tighter. I have to do this. This is pay back for everything you have ever done wrong....

I mutter, "Crucio!" You start screaming and twitching in agony, and I sneer at your insufferable pain. After a few good minutes, I lower my wand and you pant for air like a goldfish without water. You look at me once again, but this time you say something. Something I cannot believe.

You whisper an 'I'm sorry. I love you, Harry' to me and my sneer grows wider. No one loves me any longer, and you, of all people, don't love me; you're just merely obsessed like everyone else.

Besides, I really don't care.

I laugh a cruel and sadistic laugh you might have been proud of in earlier years, during your reign as a Death Eater.

I point my wand at you and a twisted smile creeps up my face. I whisper, jubilantly, my two now favorite words: "Avada Kedavra!"

In an instant, and with a flash of green light, you lay on the floor, devoid of all life.

Don't you see, Bellatrix? I finally did what I have been longing to do since fifteen-years of age. You ended up like all your victims, like you dear Dark Lord; you ended up like all who dared to make me suffer and all those who dare defy me, Harry James Potter.

You ended up dead too.

You are dead, Bellatrix Lestrange.

I killed you....

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It never was and never will be

you're not real and you can't save me

somehow now you're everybody's fool....