Shadow

He is shunned by the general public.

His coal black robes, with the sleeve pushed up, expose a pale forearm blemished by horrifying black ink.

Faded. Muted. Yet still vivid in memory.

It evokes the horrible, horrible atrocities that are a shadow on his soul. The indifferent curses and murder attempts he so obediently executed.

He is not a hero.

But he is not the villain.

Innocent? No.

Is anyone?

Remorseful?

Yes.

People will still cross the street to avoid passing by him. Faces turned away. Harsh, judgmental mutters.

That's okay.

It's okay.

But he wishes they could forgive him.

This is for Draco, in case you couldn't tell.