Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

He is a naturally solitary man.

He was born into a well-known pure-blood family.

In every sense and in every aspect, he has been a pampered young master since he was born.

However, he is not the kind of rich young man who does all kinds of evil things, or a playboy...

Although his family never lacked gold and silver.

In fact, he lacks nothing except emotion.

From childhood to adulthood, from birth to school enrollment, from school enrollment to graduation.

He has always been meticulous and strict in doing a job called "living".

Eat, sleep, study, train, have fun, rest, join clubs, receive extra guidance from the family...

Everything was proceeding in an orderly and leisurely manner.

But, the feeling he gave people was...

He was just doing these things.

No emotions, no feelings.

He resembles a disguised human figure carved from wood;

He was like a mimetic sculpture shaped from plaster.

He mechanically imitated the emotions that the "humans" around him should have.

......

And then, there is still such a person.

He calmly accepted the marriage that was arranged for him within the family... no, it was an arranged marriage.

A marriage with another pure-blood family.

For this marriage he had never participated in, for the wife he had never met.

He agreed without thinking.

Because he doesn't need to think about it, nor does he need to refuse.

There is no point in thinking about these things;

There is no point in rejecting these.

Objectively speaking, that woman is excellent.

However, the two of them lived like strangers—

He doesn't love her and she doesn't love him, this is what is bound to happen.

after this……

The world has changed.

A leader named "Voldemort" appeared...

Many of us knew that he was one of our seniors, a strong and powerful senior, although he didn't like his own name and asked us to call him...

"Dark Lord".

His ideas and programs...

And the society that struggled to survive under his reign of terror...

His cruelty, and the nightmare he brought, day and night...

These……

these things……

And all this!

Aren't these all what he wanted!

Like a ray of light that pierced through the dark clouds but was darker than the clouds, it shone into his life.

It's like the path in hell that leads to a deeper place with no way back.

So he joined Voldemort's organization without hesitation.

That organization was called by their Dark Lord...

"Death Eaters".

Together with his nominal wife, he joined the organization called Death Eaters.

He relied on his devotion as if it were his faith, and his wife relied on her innate madness that was deep in her bones.

They all became the Dark Lord's right-hand men.

During those years, the Dark Lord's rule was like a curse.

His name is Nightmare.

People don't want to call him by his name, and they are afraid of him.

People call him...

"Mysterious man".

But they called him the Dark Lord—because they were his apostles.

It is this nightmare, this curse, that is the most terrifying spreader.

Like a servant of the god of death.

What is scary is not them themselves, but what they represent.

......

During those days, he seemed to have found "emotion", something that did not exist in himself.

He seemed to have finally found the meaning of the word.

What he and his colleagues had done... didn't seem to be that important.

Killing? Torture?

Destroying one family after another, taking one life after another?

never mind……

An innocent person or a political enemy?

Are they the hostile fighters, or the civilians the fighters are protecting?

Is he the Auror from the Ministry of Magic, or the husband or father who, after taking off his mask, kneels down and begs for mercy in order to protect his family?

After the flash of green light, the long chain of red light, the silent death and the endless scream of pain, it seemed that these questions were not important.

After all, their job is to spread fear for one person, right?

For the "mysterious man".

For the god in their hearts, the "Dark Lord".

......

after that……

Later, "he" fell down.

......

Why did "he" fall down?

How could “he” fall!!!

......

Ah, those days... they were truly horrible days...

The "faith" he followed collapsed.

How could the "Dark Lord" be defeated for such a ridiculous, absurd and funny reason?

This is impossible.

This is impossible.

He didn't want to believe it.

In fact, it's not just him. Most of the Dark Lord's loyal followers are unwilling to believe this.

However, he believed that all the believers except himself truly believed in the Dark Lord.

But he didn't.

He just hoped that there would be an invincible person who could allow him to follow behind him and complete the king's hegemony.

Then let him create a god that he can believe in.

They searched for any trace of the Dark Lord, looking for evidence that he was not dead.

He and his strange wife.

and two others, including his younger brother.

I don’t know what they did during those days.

Who was killed and who was tortured?

What have they become?

do not know.

......

He really doesn't know.

......

The Dark Lord is not invincible.

As for his belief, it collapsed.

He was back to being unable to feel emotions.

He turned back into the indifferent boy he was before.

And the wife who seemed strange to her became even crazier.

Until they were caught by the Ministry of Magic and were about to be sentenced to the infamous Azkaban prison.

He remained extremely calm, but his nominal wife was abnormally emotional.

I wonder what she thinks of the Dark Lord.

But he didn't care much anymore.

Because even Azkaban was to him...

None of it worked at all.

He has no emotions and is worse than a corpse.

The Dementors couldn't see him, sense him, or have any effect on him.

Will he stay here forever...?

......

But today... well, it's such a special day.

A lone uninvited guest unexpectedly broke into Azkaban.

This strange visitor seemed to be here to break into the prison.

No one knew, and he wasn't sure.

But, what this visitor said...

The meaning that made him stand here...

what……

The faith that had collapsed, shattered, and long dormant seemed to have found something worthy of being offered as an object of piety.

And then, he felt the incomparable and unrivaled power in the cell.

He had nothing to hesitate about—

The visitor said to him:

"Believe in me, believe in death itself. Only death will never betray anyone."

He knew that he was the only one who heard these words, and that they were spoken for him.

Anriel Grindelwald.

......

I remember your name.

Rodolphus Anglebelle Lestrange, will obey your will and accept death until...

Finally.