Honestly, and it feels so fucking cold for me to say this, I am having a really hard time feeling bad about what's happened.
We tried, Alice. We tried so hard, for so long, and he pissed on us over and over and over again. He cares about two things and two things only, power and prestige. He's not following Voldemort because he agrees with the party line, although he has convinced himself he agrees with it. He's following Voldemort because Voldemort can give him a path to power.
I can't see anything Mum and Dad did wrongly, or any way we could have reached him that we didn't try. I hate to believe that some people are irredeemable, or that some people are just born without a conscience, or whatever. But I'm having a very, very hard time getting worked up over the idea of Percy's chickens coming home to roost. He's made it so clear that he wants nothing to do with us.
He made his own bed, and I'm having a real hard time being upset at him having to lie in it.
(And then things shift and I'm looking at it from Mum's perspective and thinking, what happens if Baby winds up in that spot someday, what will I do, and it all falls apart and I'm upset again. But you don't need to hear my angst about that, nobody really does.)
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Date: 2014-07-07 03:38 am (UTC)We tried, Alice. We tried so hard, for so long, and he pissed on us over and over and over again. He cares about two things and two things only, power and prestige. He's not following Voldemort because he agrees with the party line, although he has convinced himself he agrees with it. He's following Voldemort because Voldemort can give him a path to power.
I can't see anything Mum and Dad did wrongly, or any way we could have reached him that we didn't try. I hate to believe that some people are irredeemable, or that some people are just born without a conscience, or whatever. But I'm having a very, very hard time getting worked up over the idea of Percy's chickens coming home to roost. He's made it so clear that he wants nothing to do with us.
He made his own bed, and I'm having a real hard time being upset at him having to lie in it.
(And then things shift and I'm looking at it from Mum's perspective and thinking, what happens if Baby winds up in that spot someday, what will I do, and it all falls apart and I'm upset again. But you don't need to hear my angst about that, nobody really does.)