I'm Not...

I'm not doing this for my mother...

"Goddess I hate these runs, you never know how the family's going to rea...Mr. Potter, good evening. May we come in?"

I'm not doing this for my father...

"CRUCCIO!"

The sound of a body hitting the ground, a flash of light flying over the body. Cloth shifting, a flash of green. "Adflictatio!"

More cloth rustling, the sound of old bones hitting the ground, a muffled curse. Bushes rustle, twigs snap and the sound of feet hitting the earth in a hurried run.

"Dissolvo Animam!"

I'm not doing this for Frank and Alice Longbottom...

"I'm sorry to have to tell you...goddess I'm not good at this, I'm not sure why they choose me. Mr. Potter, I'm sorry, but..."

I'm not doing this for Edgar Bones...

Another curse as a body falls again, the sound of bones cracking under the strain. Whimpers, laughter as another advances. "So, this is how it ends..."

I'm not doing this for Marlene McKinnon...

"Mr. Potter? Mr. Potter are you alright? I know it's hard...Mr. Potter? Please awnser us, Mr. Potter."

I'm not doing this for Dorcas Medows...

More footsteps, whimpers of pain. Another laugh. "Accido!" A body hitting the ground and the sound of a body being dragged, intermixed with grunts of pain and effort.

I'm not doing this for Fabian or Gidion Prewett...

"I think we're going to need a Healer. Owl St. Mungos and impress upon them the urgency of the situation, after all, this is...Mr. Potter? Where are you going. Please, sit down. There's no need for your broom. Now really sir!"

I'm not doing this for Benjy Fenwick...

"Come now, child. I thought you out grew all these silly games. You really should stop trying to play Hide and Seek while fighting, boy."

"Don't call me 'boy', Half-blood."

"My, my. I could have sworn I heard the pot just asking the kettle if charcoal is the new black."

"At least I'm worthy of the title."

I'm not doing it for Cedric...

"How do we explain that we lost, Harry Potter? One would think you wouldn't be able to loose the hero of the wizarding world but there you go. Come on, he couldn't have gone far...he wasn't in any fit state. Probably took off for a moment alone."

I'm not doing this for Sirius...

"You have never been worthy of anything, boy. You're just a stuffed up vagabond, whose head has been filled with the lies of a senile old man."

A flash of teeth, barley a smile. Pain filled gasping as one struggles to stand, to face death. "Silentium!" Slow, dragging steps, a soft hiss of pain and the sound of a body hitting the ground again. "Exossoare."

A squishing, mushy sound as if a sack of liquid and meat fell from a great height. More dragging sounds. Harsh breaths intermingling. "This is my revenge. I'm doing this not for the greater good, not to destroy evil. I'm doing this for him. Because you took him away from me. Because you didn't deserve him."

"Have mercy, boy. I'm just an old man..."

"Go to hell. Avada Kadavra."

Mr. Potter, good evening. May we come in?"

"I don't know what all the fuss is over one dead Death Eater. Good riddance I say. Well, come on. We have to tell the Minister. He's going to have our heads for losing the golden hero."

"I'm sorry to have to tell you...goddess I'm not good at this, I'm not sure why they choose me. Mr. Potter, I'm sorry, but..."

"Mr. Potter...Draco Malfoy was found in his office this evening...I'm sorry, sir. He's gone. His file listed you as his emergency contact."