"I do not believe you." Draco leaned against the bar, approaching the magician who withdrew. "You six him. Six V-Voldemort. "
" You're wrong. It is impossible. "He raised a hand in denial. "Voldemort is dead." He tried to smile, but there came a strange grimace.
"No, I can not go wrong. You are. "Draco was terrified, looked at each other wide-eyed, pale-faced, now clinging to the counter as if to swoon over. He was sure, could do no wrong. The look, the expressions, could not forget them. That face the monster that had terrorized for years, in his dreams, he had engraved in the memory, and despite the deformity with which she had known, certain features remained identical. And that voice ... he was, had no doubts. "How is it possible .. how did you do? "
" No, you're wrong, Draco ... "you cut off your breath in the throat as he realized he had made a name he would not have known. He stood still, watching the young Malfoy get up abruptly, puts his hands to his mouth and secure it in amazement. Retreated behind the counter, reaching the shelf behind him, and stood rooted to fix it. Tom reacted instinctively, quickly drew her wand from her sleeve and with one quick gesture sealed all entrances of the library. Had not entered anyone after him, the magical side, and they were alone. He did not know what he wanted to do, but could not afford to have other witnesses to this recognition.
"Draco, listen, I ..." she began, without knowing what he would say.
"Bastard ..." murmured the other. "Damn fucking bastard, murderess!" It ended almost a cry, dropping her arms. "What do you do now, kill me?"
"No Draco .. I will not kill you, I'm not the same person, you must believe. "he said, raising an open hand toward him. In the other still clutching his wand, and the slow down, to show that he had bad intentions.
"Why not? Do you think I could be wrong? You know how long dream to your voice, damn? "Attacked him. "I'm fifteen years that have devastated my life, YOU! I can not go wrong. I do not know you've done to the face, but your voice will not forget until the pitch! "
" I know, but they are not the same person more than once, Draco ... "He tried to explain.
"NO! You know nothing, damn! You know nothing! I do not give a fuck who you are, so it does not matter! You have ruined my life! The life of my parents! Anyone's life! "Shouted at him, pulling his wand from his jacket pocket. "Avada K. .." began to scream, but Tom got up very fast again and stopped him with a rod immobilizing spell.
He found himself staring at the boy, who looked at him despite the paralysis of blind hatred, knowing that if he finished the spell would have surely killed. Murderer was able to recognize the will in the eyes of an opponent, and the boy who had failed to kill Dumbledore to defend his family, had now become an adult in a position to kill him without hesitation. Tom gasped, shortness of breath, gasping for breath, watching the boy. He raised his wand at the ceiling, bewildered by so much hatred. Never before had he met his victim, and Draco could well be called a victim, even if he had survived. It was true, had devastated the existence, as to all those who dared to cross his path. He had thought to their actions, a thousand times, thinking about how bad his life was gone, but had never fully realized the effect they had on the lives of others. He reached out to take the baton from the hands of the boy, placed it on the counter in front of him and changed the spell to give him a chance to speak. The boy regained control of his face and closed his mouth, looking at him with hatred.
"What are you waiting to kill me? Or do you torture me first? Do not fear you, you bastard ... time has passed in which I did you know fear? "he said, and then spat in his face.
Tom did not have time to retreat, and took a jet of saliva in the face. It was as if it were poisonous. The rage and attacked him with a wave of fierce wand sent the other to beat violently against the wall, where he remained leaning, his face distorted by pain.
"That's all what you do?" Snarled.
"I do not want to hurt you, damn it! I'm not going to kill you, Draco! How can I tell you? I would have done if I wanted! I am no longer the Dark Lord! "She cried, wiping his face with his sleeve.
"Ah, no? And what would we feel, a bookseller? "The boy laughed, incredulous.
"Yes, I'm an ordinary bookseller. A stupid, anonymous bookseller! Do not pass me even more to the antechamber of the brain to conquer the wizarding world, I'm just trying to start a new life! "
" Oh, really? And with what right? And all that you have destroyed what they should do, applaud now, because you have become good? But those who want to believe you? "The young man laughed uncontrollably. "You know that almost none of us was able to rebuild their lives peacefully? You know you're still in the nightmare of all? Hermione, my wife, dreams of the battle all the time which is under stress, I wake up screaming, and I wake her, when I Risognanze the night he sent me to try to kill Dumbledore ... one of my best friends died on the night of the battle at Hogwarts, and the other has become almost mad, ended up at St. Mungo's for depression, thanks to you. My ... "the boy narrowed his eyes that were filling with tears. His father had died in Azkaban and his mother had died of grief a few years later. She had to roll up their sleeves from nothing, since all their possessions were confiscated, and only recently had found peace, when he found himself in front of Hermione Granger and fell in love and married, with another surprise. He believed that all was well, until that moment, when the worst nightmare of his life had materialized before his eyes, and had the courage to tell him that he was no longer the monster it once was. "What right have you to want you to remake a life, we feel?"
Tom let him throw up all that poison, without reacting. The application of Draco remained between them, a heavier sentence. He had placed himself, many times, but taking no satisfactory answers. And now the guy in front of any of the answers he had found the least partial meaning. He ran his hand over his face, looking down in front of the terrible pain that emanated from him. Legilimante be meant mainly to be able to perceive the emotions of people in front of him and only a well trained and prepared mind could not help become overwhelmed. But now was not ready to defend himself, his emotions betrayed him, leaving him open to be invaded by images from Draco. He left permeate, seeing and feeling all the pain he had brought in, all the anger, the hatred not only for him but also for himself, the sense of guilt for having joined the Death Eaters and doing horrible things. It was so similar to what Tom had heard the same in the years since his return that was destroyed. Without realizing what he was saying, without lifting his face on Draco, Tom whispered: "I forgive ... I ... I did not imagine. "
air inhaled heavily, immediately aware of being ridiculous to ask for forgiveness for something that was beyond any possibility of redemption. Did not deserve any forgiveness, his whole life had been just an endless failure, a long series of horrors, no reason apart from the pain he had felt himself. He had sought to avenge the wrongs they thought they had suffered, this was the real reason for all his ambition, all his hatred. And now, in front of Draco, was accurate, clear the proportions of the futility of his efforts. Deprived him of blocking the spell and the boy fell down on the chair behind the counter, the ankylosed and muscle fatigue. She stared at him, a long, incredulous, then began to laugh. Burst with laughter, unable to stop.
"Pardon? You're asking for forgiveness? "He shouted.
Tom nodded, wearily. He leaned against the counter with his hands, looking down in disbelief himself.
"You can not, I know ..." he murmured. "You can not forgive what I did. I thought it was just, I thought it was the best thing to do, and I did not realize how bad I was doing. I also think it's ridiculous, but I did not understand ... I did not know what I was doing, to you, the other Death Eaters, to myself, to those who fought me. I just thought it was right to do so. "
Draco looked at him a long time without saying anything, while the other spoke. In the end only one word came from his lips.
"Why?"
Tom, his eyes stinging strangely, as if something were fighting to get out, he found himself thinking about his childhood. She opened her mouth a few times, trying to explain, but whatever he said would be inappropriate to understand what he tried. He could not, could not make it clear as to what Draco's really sorry he did what he had done. So he decided to explain it in the only way possible. He looked up at him, a look that few had been able to sustain and survive, during the war magic. He entered the mind of the boy and instead of tackling the memories, for the first time in his life, opened fully to another human being and showed him who he was and why he did what he had done. Draco saw the long years at the orphanage, harassment, awareness of being different, the total lack of affect, the infinite loneliness, fear, hate, need for revenge ... Tom had seen all the pain of Draco, so now that Draco saw Tom. He closed his eyes, unable to support each other, and burst into tears.
"It's not fair ..." he murmured, with tears, and repeated a thousand times, and Tom did not know to which of them was telling him. He looked down on the counter and watched the moldings for an infinite time, waiting for the other to calm down.
Draco, too spoiled and loved the boy who had been in adolescence, for the first time in his life he saw Tom Marvolo Riddle as an orphan rejected by all, from the world and the muggle and magical world are included. As his life had been devastated by the encounter with the Dark Lord, Draco had been able to count on at least a mind strengthened by the love he received. He really could think of to rebuild a life, he had the capacity emotional, psychological. He could not be appointed, however, was a parody of man throughout his life. He had no idea how he came back to live, but there really was of repentance, a glimmer of humanity in the person that had awakened before. And he had to suffer horribly, now that he could see himself as others saw him. He lifted his gaze finally upon him and looked at him with sincere compassion. He could not fully forgive him, too had suffered because of him, but he could at least understand it.
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