Help

By: xXxSlytherinQueenxXx

"One day I called out for help, and what did I get? More pain. Now as I sit by the Dark Lord, you will be asking me for help; for mercy. And what will I do? I will deny you as you had denied me before. And as you caused me pain, I retaliate. Now, though, I will help the Dark Lord to power, to enslave you and those you wish to protect. And as your world falls, you will beg for it to end as I did. And, for you, no help will come. None. For they have already died at my blood-stained hands. Now, you will feel all the pain you put me through. The muggles, the trials, the teasing, the pain, the beatings, being ignored by those you trusted, having to grow up early, not knowing what - who - I am. Not to mention repressing my powers in order to control me. Denying my heritage, my power source; the list goes on and on. Now it is you who will suffer, for all those that have suffered in your place. Goodbye, Dumbledore, Light Lord, leader of the Order of the Phoenix, Defeater of Grindlewald. Avada Kedarva!"

Harry Potter watched as Albus Dumbledore slumped in his bonds, dead.

"Now you have what you deserve; death."