Chosen

"The world grew dark and heartless, but it had always been a dark one to me."

The war never truly ended that night Voldemort erupted into dust, teasing Harry with a false taste of victory. He hadn't died, because he couldn't; the Dark Lord had been immortal.

Years flew by and darkness spiraled through the air like a plague. Death Eaters emerged from their shallow holes, killing any Wizard who refused to except The Boy Who Lived as a failure; Draco posing as their leader.

And though he never wished to take a single life, he had to do what was necessary in order to put an end to the curse Voldemort had damned him to fulfill.

Even if it meant killing Harry Potter.