Facade - noun
A superficial appearance or illusion of something.

Thats exactly what this was. An illusion. Its not like i really believed all this pureblood supremacy bullshit, it just so happened that im in too deep, to far, and too close with all this. I mean, im a death eater for crying out loud! You dont become a death eater if you dont believe they're beliefs, but hey, its not like i had an option. No, my brave, griffindor brother couldnt bring me along, he just left me here to deal with my parents crap. I mean, i had to argue with a damned hat just to get into slytherin! Who argues with a hat! Morons, thats who. Because of my damned brother, who got himself sorted into the house of the brave, just left me, his little brother, to the damned snakes! I mean, how the hell was i supposed to deal with all their pureblood suppremacy by myself! He should have known that all the weight would have been shifted to me, the replacement ' black family heir'. For the love of merlin, he got all O's! He should have been able to figure that much out. But no, now im left here, a death eater, (unwillingly) and drowning in a damned lake (quite willingly).

Believe me, im not just doing this for me, i prefer to believe that im helping the whole damned wizarding world...just annonymously. I mean, im going into a cave, drinking a messed up potion, and aiding in the downfall of the dark lord. Suprisingly, idont even regret being a death eater, the deaths and murders? Yes, being able to figure out the dark lords biggest secret? Not one bit. I mean, Its not like some outsider could just figure all this out, just come in here and get a horcrux, or even destroy it. I've been planning all this since i first found out about it from kreacher. Its funny how mouldy shorts thinks everyone and everything is below him, i wonder what he'd do if he found out that a house elf out smarted him, heh.. I almost wish i wouldnt be dead, just to see that.

Theres so many things that you dont realize you missed until your dying, its quite sad really, i mean sure, me and sirius had our moments, sneaking out of that nightmare of a house to go outside, staying up all night in his room to play cards, i never in all my years would have imagined that we'd end up so distant and cold towards eachother. I mean, im going to die, for all the right reasons, i would like to believe that he'd be proud if he knew, but im not so sure anymore. But none the less, i concede, it wont matter in a few minutes. I can feel their cold dead hands grabbing at me, pulling me deeper and deeper into the lake, and i dont even make an attemp to stop them, i just feel myself breathe my last breath of air, and suddenly everything is cold, as i get tugged further into the dark lake. And still, i dont try to stop it.

Sure, i was always the perfect pureblood son, attending all the balls and parties. I was always dressed impeccably and wore my family crest and colours with pride. Green and silver, the colors of the slytherin house, and any respectable pureblood family, now the colors represent so much more. Arrogance, spite, suppremacy, foolishness, distain, egotism, favoritism, and i realize, none of it matters. Of course it doesnt matter what family your from, infact, i would rather be from any other family than an ancient pureblood family. And it comes to me, all this time, while i was busy sucking up to lucius, or doing the dark lords bidding, my prother was right... My blood-traitor brother was right, the whole damned time.

So as i sink deeper and deeper into the depths of the lake, i know i made the right decision, and i hope what ive done can change the world for the better.. Maybe being a blood traitor wasnt so bad after all.