InsaneJournal

This is it, isn't it? This is what it's all come down to. The months of deception & the months of worry. The people I've had to watch die and the few I've managed to save from it. And if we lose, we lose everything - possibly our lives but most certainly the chance to live them in a way that an intelligent and free people ought to be able to but if we win -- If we win.

I don't know if I'll make it through to see another sunrise. I don't know if I'll live to pick up this journal one more time. I want to. I want to laugh and I want to love. I want to know that the sacrifices I and others have made have been worth it and that good people did not die in vain. But I'm not certain I want to if I'm doing it alone. I'm not certain I want to live if it's just me. I need Lils. And I want Agatha. But there are no guarantees are there? There never have been.

And whether I live or die, whether Lily and Agatha and Abe and Pepper live or die, I'm going to lose things. There's no easy way out. There is no happy ending. There's just the ending we make for ourselves.




And it's long past time.

The Dark Lord is dead.

He died like the weak, pathetic, power-hungry coward that he was when he lived: Too arrogant in his own abilities to see that the world he'd created would turn against him. That the servant he'd created might have grown wiser than to blindly worship a man. That's right: a man. The Dark Lord was a man. He ate and slept and pooped and died arrogant in his power and infallibility.

And that's you right now - it's all of you. You sit in your estates, growing fat on wine and good food, arrogant enough to assume that the world you've strove to create will not fight against you even as you demean it, seek to control it, and kill its children.

Is this the greatness of wizarding traditions? I believed in you. I believed in all of you that you would make the Wizarding World a better place, but you have done nothing but destroy it. You use halfbreeds to control a population -- allowing werewolves and vampires and hags free reign to do whatever they will to those you cannot stoop to consider as human beings. You marry your daughters to men who would hunt down other human beings as if they were animals, return to their homes and wash their hands, and then sing lullabies to the babies who are brought into this world not for anything great but to continue a blood line. You order the deaths of children - unborn babies of magical blood - because of your blind trust in a man who would as soon kill you if he thought you a threat to his powers.

You speak of how dangerous Muggles are to witches and wizards, but you are the greatest threat to the survival of Wizarding traditions and Magical history. It is no Muggle that has torn apart the Wizarding World, no, that's you. And this mere man who thought he could control the people.

But we will not be controlled, and he is dead.

And we will kill you. The people are angry and we are tired of your arrogance. And you cannot silence us. The more you try, the louder we will become. I already killed your lord; & we're going to win.




Oh, and Minister Nott, sir? If I see you today you will get one cruciatus for every time you've directly or indirectly referred to me or my wife as dirty halfbloods. Go fuck yourself.