Behind Blue Eyes

Prologue -

Watch him.

(Watched him for years.)

Watch them all.

How they move, how they walk, how they talk. How they are. Watch, remember it all. If they aren't watched, they get ahead. Ahead of me. Can't let that happen.

(Watch.)

Carefully, very carefully watch.

No one notices me watching.

(I'm too good, too subtle)

Carefully positioned in class to have them in the corner of my eye. Carefully placed in the Great Hall, so their entire table is in perfect view. I watch them all and none of them know. No one knows.

I'm practiced in this careful and subtle art of mine. Watching, always watching. As a child I would tuck myself away, here, there, able to watching father in his study, the living room, the dining room, everywhere. I'm so good only magic can detect me now.

And I watch, learning about them, how they live. Who they really are. I know the little habits they do not know they have.

(The way his eyes flick around the room, whenever

someone speaks to him. Seeing if any one is watching.

How his tongue licks his dry lips constantly, nervously.

How he adjusts his glasses uselessly.)

I watch the habits they do not notice in each other, would notice only if they were gone.

(How she tucks her hair behind her ears. How it falls forward.

How her eyes glitter when she looks at him. How his eyes never

glitter back. How the other boy's eyes watch her eyes,

never seeing the glitter, how his eyes glitter at her, him, both.

How this boy's awkwardness in form disappeared so slowly

no one else has noticed. How he has a grace now, lost on the girl)

The three of them, I know them. I know all about them. I could take any of their places now, flawlessly.

(I even know the interaction between the boys in their room,

I know what they share late at night, alone, with the silence charms

cast around, clumsily cast. The words they call out, and the words they

truly want to call out, the names.)

I know them so well. I know what they want, need. He is not the only one with a invisibility cloak. I know about that too. I know everything about him. I know how he lives in the summer, how all of them live in the summer. I know their lusts, wants, needs. I know it all,

(and I will put it to use)

I am a weapon, a powerful one.

Now...

Father knows. I told him, I told him what I know, what I am now in a position to do. I will have them all in my grasp.

(This is no petty revenge, not spite. I am not bitter,

holding the past against them. This is not because he is

The-Boy-Who-Lived, not because she is the Mudblood

Know-it-all, not because he is a Weasley, a pureblood

who shames what pureblood is, this is more than these petty

grievances, this is bigger than that.

This is necessary.)

It is not enough to win, not if the enemy is not crushed. They must be crushed, so they can never rise again. Win must be complete, control must be absolute. Without this, there is nothing.

They have too much to them.

(they cannot be allowed to get ahead of me.)

They have too much to them, but

I will undo them, unwind, unravel all that they are.

(unravel all that they are)

I will rip them into pieces, and they will not curse me, not my name. I rip them out of everything that they are. They must not be able to rise again.

And I will do it all without magic,

(because without magic, it will be untraceable.)

And I will do it all without magic,

(because I can)