From Birth

By DarkAngelYoru

~I do not own harry potter~

Chapter 1

From the moment we are born we start to learn from the people around us. Our parents make the biggest impact on who we become, how we act, and what we believe in. Can we overcome what we are taught? The first thing I can remember is my father and mother fighting because she had taken me to muggle London, to play in a park and get ice cream. That was when I learned being none magical was not expectable. I was four years old then. When I was 7 I learned about blood. My parents took me to Borgin and Berks book store in Dyogon Ally. There was a little girl running around. She had red hair, brown eyes, and light skin with freckles. I just wanted to play so I chased after her. She started a game of tag and we laughed till she ran right in to my father followed by me. He was mad. He called her a blood traitor and dragged me home. That night he explained blood purity and what he called Mudbloods. How we as Purebloods were better. Mother started to defend the little girl to father. She said she wasn't being taught so she wasn't a blood traitor. That was the first time I saw my father hit her. I didn't understand but I didn't want my father to be mad so I played along. 4 years later I started Hogwarts. All the things I said and did back then I wish I could take back. Everything I said and did to Granger, Weasley and Potter. I didn't hate then in fact I liked them. I liked what they stood for. Granger alone put everything my father ever told me to shame. Mudbloods he said where dirty, ugly, dumb, and liars, but Granger, she was beautiful and clean, smart and honest as could be. The Weasley's he had said where poor pigs and blood traitor's that were covered in filth and had to share one room. Though they didn't have much I found it was because they had so many kids. I would have loved more family. The only sign of a pig was when Ronald was eating but that was only him. None of them were covered in filth and do to pictures I had seen here and there they lived in a rather big home. I didn't know how to feel about the blood traitor part because the more I thought about it the more I felt that there was nothing wrong with it. Potter was so many things to my father but I didn't see any of it. Potter as far as I could tell just cared about everyone and wanted to just live like a normal wizard. And just for living he was supposed to die. By the time I hit my 5tyh year I hated what I had become. All I wanted was to be myself and not this lie I was taught from birth. However my hopes of changing were smashed that summer when my father told me I was to become a death eater and serve the Dark Lord.

AN: if you like this so far let me know and I will write more.