In an alternate universe, Voldemort tells the world about the one wizard he ever admired.

Four boys and a girl begin a life at Hogwarts. Filled with pranks, friendship, angst, and romance, the boys grow together even as they grow apart.

I saw Death come for me, welcomed him, embraced him - and watched him pass me by...

"We watched each other from a distance, friends, more than friends, yet nothing more than acquaintances."

"I still expect them, after thirteen years, to come walking around the corner arm in arm. And then they don’t."

"All of a sudden, it wasn't all right, I wasn't fine, I just couldn't handle it."

In all my years at Hogwarts, there are two students that stick out in my memory. One, a dark in the light. The other, a light in the dark.

I will not be a wooden toy on a puppeteer’s strings...

All that, saving the world, all of it placed on the shoulders of a fifteen year old who still has to worry about passing his O.W.L.s. Great. Just great.

We all knew that when he fell, he'd fall hard... And he did.

I have to be smarter than them, quicker than them, a rabbit outfoxing the hounds.

A lump formed in my throat, but I forced it down. I hadn't cried before. I wouldn't cry now.

A day ago my best friend died. A day ago, part of me died with him.

It was then that I knew I was lost. He knew. He knew who was, and why I was here. How, I don't know. But he knew.

I had never been loved, though I knew the emotion all too well. For me, it was the bittersweet feeling of knowing that the one person who could make your life perfect was unattainable, just out of reach.

It was the little things that bothered me the most.

I did not see it as the puzzle so far away missing the piece, but the lonesome piece missing the puzzle.

If he was going to kill me, I may as well leave him something to think about.

My name was Ronald Weasley. I was a spy.

Loneliness is all I know now. Its stagnant waters pool around me.