josiahagravaine (josiahagravaine) wrote in after_the_bombs, @ 2011-09-08 17:47:00 |
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There had been a time – years on end, truthfully – when he wondered if there would ever be any true forgiveness for him. No matter that he'd been acting under orders or that his testimony had been key to putting any number of Death Eaters and their cohorts away. Did that really absolve him of the blood on his hands? He'd tortured and killed along side those same men and women now going mad in Azkaban. He had been Bellatrix Lestrange's prize student and part of him had reveled in the dark magics she'd taught him and in the headiness of the power he'd had over Muggles and Wizards alike. He'd been very, very good at following the Dark Lord's decrees and had earned his Mark a dozen times over.
There was nothing of innocence left in him and little of goodness. What hope was there for a man like him?
But then she'd come back and brought with her a perfect little angel with his eyes and his blood and none of his sins. She had come back from her sun-soaked hide-away and even knowing what he was and the shape of what he had done, still loved him. Still let him hold their daughter. Still let him cling to her in the dark of night when the echos of the voices of his victims haunted him.
And now as he sat on the edge of a narrow hospital bed with Livia propped on his hip with her bright head laid so trustingly against his shoulder as they watched his beautiful Katie with her hair sticking up in all different directions lying there with a smile on her face and tiny, perfect, newly arrived Amelia yawning in her arms, Agravaine Vaisey began to believe that redemption might even be possible.