songquake (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} songquake) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} hp_beholder, |
He stood there, gazing at the love of his life, in much the same way he must have at Dippet after the Headmaster had informed him that his mother was dead. It was the same sort of feeling, as if he had separated from his body and was viewing it all from some distance.
Exactly so.
I particularly love stories of How Death Eaters Chose Their Paths, and this is a lovely example of the genre. Too, I love how flawed, how human, how utterly a bastard Filius is, and how much he comes to regret it.
And it's so sad to see how in this case, death really is Antonin's only chance at redemption.
Brava! (or Bravo!)