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He sat in his dark and dreary cell knowing there was no escape. Not this time. He knew he would sit in this cell until the day he died. There was no going back. Lifting his head he looked out of the bars and thought about what could have been if only he had listened to reason when those who loved him tried to help.
What if? The one thing he never expected he would think to himself. All he had were his memories of youth and his dreams that turned out to be his own downfall.
Maybe when he finally died he would feel some resemblance of peace. The peace he sometimes would dream about having once the war was over. Knowing there was another war on the horizon didn’t help matters. The man he saw in the vision. That man that will come looking for the one thing he will not have.
Anger. He felt this when he first arrived here. Angry he did not fulfill his life the way he always craved. He screamed for days and nights on end. Then one night he sat in the corner of his cell and realized he wasn’t mad at the people who put him here. He was mad at himself.
After the anger came the sadness. Sadness for he would never feel his magic run through his veins like before. Of course being a seer he still had those abilities. Why not let him keep the one thing that lets him see the pain of what the future held. Someone he still cared for was going to die.This power will forever be a tortuous reminder that he will never be able to stop this darkness that will inevitably come. That will be someone else's job.
Regret. It is the only thing he could feel now a days. He underestimated the young Scamander. He was a formidable foe along with the help of a memory from some time ago. Sides divided ruined what he used to have and now he knew he broke not one person but maybe two.
Now all he had was time and he would wait, for as long as it took. He knew that the strange man that carried the darkness he saw in those visions would eventually come. He would die that day because he realized when the time came he would not betray the one he loved. He would not let that be another regret.