When I was but a baby left on a doormat, someone was there. Someone saved me. This is my story, my life as I learn that the world is not black and white, evil and good. It is always about compromises, the answer never lies at the end of a spectrum, never in the extremes but in between. If you balance out White and Black, the result is gray- and gray is what I am.

After wandering through hogwarts at night , Harry stumbled up on an unused classrom. Seemingly used to be used for Defense against the dark arts, seeing as there was something in this room that showed him his first and most haunting memorie. He watched it- witnessed it- and destroyed it with two words.