the moment he stepped through that door and killed the potters, he knew that something would go wrong eventually.

power and pride. they were his second skin. he represents it like a personal insignia, a green brooch that colors his heart blackened by a crown of thorns, of his desires, of being a nobody's son.

but he is no fool to believe that he was a flawless man, one of the reasons why he seeks to be the man who lives, even as a half blood snake. to rid of fear he conceals, the fear of death he denies in the very beginning.

the headmaster had justified his actions in the name of peace, to keep that boy alive like a puppy he's sheltering to be his guard dog one day just like the rest of those hypocrite, impure disappointments.

but that peace is a lie. and he fought for it, he lost for it. he seeks, he reaps, and now he sows through a broken piece of himself— his diary that holds his unwritten wants.

and he would've never thought it would land on a nobody's child like him. a darning goose putting muggle stickers on his darn diary that have him gaping and deadpanning at the same time.

"in merlin's name, stop that!" he growls.