The time to explain has come,
There is so much to let show,
There’s more than meets the eye,
To a story you think you know.

I came to you this evening,
With the thought that you might listen,
Don’t “Avada Kedavra” me yet,
Just hear me through like we’d never met.

The night by the tower,
I admit it, I did kill him.
But not because I wanted to,
Not because of the Dark Lord.

I am a double agent,
With two sides I’m sworn onto.
But the one that now thinks that I’m true to,
Is the one I really fight.

Though difficult to explain,
I’m really in the Order.
A Deatheater I am not, not anymore,
Nor will I be forever more.

I do have the tattoo,
But it’s from long ago,
It will not go away,
No matter where I go.

So to me you might ask,
How are you still in the Order
If you killed one of the leaders,
The one named Dumbledore?

To this I do reply,
He asked me, yes, to do it,
To kill him, for him to die,
To save young Draco’s life.

Don’t ask me why, I do not know
I just go follow orders.
I’m sorry that this happened.
That he no longer lurks the corridors.

How could I to him say no?
Though now I wish I had.
For now all I can do
Is flee to a distant land.

One more thing I must confess,
I’m sorry I was so cruel.
Just because your father
Treated me like a mule.

But I had to at the part,
For the sake of the plan.
I couldn’t act all nice to you,
The Dark Lord would then understand.

So now I must leave.
Flee far away with Draco.
We’ll hide until need be.
From Voldemort and the Ministry.

But if you’re ever in a bind,
In desperate need of help,
We’ll come back quick to lend a hand,
That is if you could trust me.

Even though I’m an ex-Deatheater.
‘Murderer’, following orders.
Loathsome professor and Slytherin to boot.
And enemy of your father.