Falling For The Broken Boy

Killer

Tom pov

I was evil.. bad.. rotten... merciless... a monster

That much I knew

I knew I was the villan of the story, I knew that I could never bring the world glory

I knew I was in the wrong, I know what I'm doing is wrong, but something was screaming at me to proceed with my plans, something was telling me that what I'm doing is right, that Dumbledore was wrong, that he was gonna lead us to extinction

If the wizarding world continued to marry into maggles, to stain the pure blood that runs through their veins, we are surly gonna vanish into nothingness

If we stain our world with dirty blood their gonna wipe us away

They turned against us once, they burned our kind, they tourted them, they killed them, hunted them down

We were on the brink of actual extinction

Who says they aren't gonna turn on us again, who garanties that we are safe, that our future is safe, that whatever lies in the unseen, is to be seen

Who says, they won't one day, kill their own kind because they have magic cursing through their veins

We were not safe...

I have to finish what my great grandfather started

I have to purify the blood of my people, I have to save us from extinction

It is what the prophecy proclaims, what my ancestor belived in, it is what I belive in

I knew that I wouldn't last the villain for long

I knew I was the one who was gonna save this world from complete destruction

Dumbledore was the true villan, hidden behind a pure white mask

But it was only a play, an act, a trick

He was conceiving people that muggles aren't bad, sure some of them aren't, but who said they were all good

He was using children, students, teachers, parents, doing his dirty work for him

That was one of the many reasons I despised Dumbledore, he was using people

And I fear that if I do not continue, If I do not stop him, then one day, my children will have to suffer under his hands, used, manipulated

I have seen I vision...

A child...

A scar...

A woman laying on the ground....

I was there, much older, maybe 18, 19 years old... darker, taller... I looked stronger

The woman was the girl that layed beside me, the love of my life... Rose

The baby was crying, and I was trying to hold off a man

A man with white long hair, a gray beard and light blue robes

A man that is known by the name of..

Albus Dumbledore...

And then, the vision faded, maybe it wasn't a vision, maybe it was my untold future, but seeing my girl, laying on the floor dead in a pool of her own blood, while who I presume to be my child sitting in his crib crying as I try to save him...

I was sure it was the future that awaits me

But if I finish what I started, if I killed that old twat, maybe I can stop it, maybe I can save my soon to be wife, maybe I can save my unborn child...

Maybe.. just maybe... I can save myself... from...

Myself...