Twisted Deviant

The first couple of years after the defeat of Tom Riddle were particularly hard. We lost over one third of the Order members – I, I lost Ron, at the hands of Wormtail – so bloody many people died. Harry almost died; had it not been for the actions of Severus Snape during the most crucial moment, I have no doubts – Harry would have died too. I tried to mourn Ron properly, and mostly I succeeded. I was so lost in my grief that I didn’t take care of myself properly – I just didn’t care anymore, I had lost everything. Nothing else mattered; I worked, I came home, and then I worked again. Harry – with an infuriating sense of insight – said I’d become a pillar of ice, frozen to everyone but a select few. I suppose that is true – but emotionally, it was what I needed to do. The Ministry, trying to repair the damage caused by Cornelius Fudge’s refusal to believe Riddle had returned, aggressively went after anyone suspected or accused of being a Death Eater. Most of the time, the guilty were ca