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From the day your dear great aunt introduced us, throughout the days we made plans to acquire the Deathly Hallows, to take over 'For the greater good', we said.
You knew about how I felt; I know you did. You took advantage of these feelings, to get me to do what you wanted. I was naïve, and young. Of course I did as you wished. I loved you. I still do.
Even during that fateful duel that killed my Ariana, my beautiful little sister, the duel that tore my already broken family apart. I will never forgive myself. It was my duty after my mother died to look after Ariana, and I let her down; the woman who died looking after her daughter. I let Aberforth down, the one who looked after her more than I did, her best friend, her favourite brother. I let down father, the man who went to Azkaban for his little girl. Despite everything, I couldn't bring myself to hate you. I still loved you.
Even in 1945; the year we duelled, the year I defeated you, you got send to Nurmeng