Ah, so today my post,
sadly, does not come on the Ides of March, but I cannot resist taking this opportunity
to talk about something near to my heart.
“Betrayal”
Betrayal comes in so many flavors.
The enemy you considered was your friend: Who wasn't shocked - shocked, I say - when Mad Eye Moody, who had helped Harry Potter so much during the school year, revealed himself as Barty Crouch Jr., an agent of Voldemort?
Best friends who do awful things: Julius Caesar was eager to fight off an assassination attempt until he saw his best friend, Marcus Brutus, among his assailants. It broke his heart. "Et tu, Brute?"
“Betrayal”
Betrayal comes in so many flavors.
The enemy you considered was your friend: Who wasn't shocked - shocked, I say - when Mad Eye Moody, who had helped Harry Potter so much during the school year, revealed himself as Barty Crouch Jr., an agent of Voldemort?
Best friends who do awful things: Julius Caesar was eager to fight off an assassination attempt until he saw his best friend, Marcus Brutus, among his assailants. It broke his heart. "Et tu, Brute?"
Friendships mean
everything. We sight our friends as an extension of ourselves, people we can
confide in, laugh with, and cry with. We trust our friends with our deepest,
darkest secrets; we trust our friends not to hurt us, and to share in our
happiness with us. We never, in a million years think that a friend would be
capable of betraying our trust.
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