You Melon Bastard

"You-Know-Who disgusts me. As if killing so many innocent Muggles wasn't enough, he didn't even spare children." Sirius Black's pale cheeks trembled with fury, a blue vein bulged on his forehead, and the tendons running from his face to his temples twitched violently. His whole body was rigid as stone.

Sirius Black had lived through those dark years himself. He knew You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters had slaughtered innocents indiscriminately, and even some of his own cousins had taken part in it, but the densely packed Muggle Inferi before him overturned what he had thought he knew. The sheer number of Muggles crowding around them in layer after layer was almost impossible to count. Before this, Sirius Black had never cared all that much about the safety of ordinary Muggles; when he saw reports of disappearances or murders, without any direct sense of them, he had subconsciously regarded them as nothing more than meaningless numbers. Now that he had seen so many innocent Muggles dead with his own eyes, his scalp prickled. You-Know-Who was far crueler, more merciless, more reckless, and more wantonly murderous than he had understood.

Hermione was trembling all over, but not from fear. Faced with such an enormous number of Muggle Inferi, she could not help pressing her lips tightly together. Boundless grief spread through the depths of her heart, and her fingers dug into her palms, leaving crescent-shaped marks.

How pitiful these Muggles were. Their lives had been seized and taken at another's whim. How heartbroken their families must have been when they could find no trace of them. Behind every Muggle there might have been a shattered family; every Muggle might have been tied to the nerves of loved ones. How much sorrow and despair would this bring to the world?

"In You-Know-Who's eyes,