Disclaimer: i don't own harry potter...as far as you know...
Heavy breathing. This is it. This is my chance to shine, to show them that I'm worth something. To prove that I'm not invisible. I smile and repeat my lines in my head, ready for action. I'm prepared for anything. I imagine sweeping bouquets of red roses of the stage, thanking my adoring fans. The lights dim. It's showtime.
Action.
The curtains slowly rise. I'm impatient, I'm ready to perform. I hear laughter. What's wrong? This is not comedy. This is a drama, and I am the
queen. The lone spotlight is trained on me as I motion through my part. There is not emotion in it; I'm too confused. Why are they laughing? Oh
no. It couldn't be...that doesn't actually happen. That's just a nightmare, it isn't real. I can't be...naked.
But I am. Written on my naked flesh are my secrets, each and every one of them. Now they all know. But how? Who told them? I only ever
told Hermione, and she wouldn't...she would never...this has to be a mistake. These are someone else's secrets, that's it. But I'm still naked.
I try to explain. I tell the audience that these are simply the secrets of my on stage character, not me. " It doesn't matter whose they are,
anyway," the crowd roars. "They aren't secrets of any importance." My throat burns and my eyes sting. I look towards the ceiling and attempt to
blink away the tears. They don't understand. Everyone tells me it's just a phase, but it isn't. This is who I am, who I will always be. I scream out, I
try to get them to understand. I explain everything, the pain, the hurt, the crazy highs and lows.
But the laughter continues. I try to scream louder but I realize it sounds muffled. Someone has their hand over my mouth. Oh no, what's
going on? Am I being kidnapped? Murdered? Raped? "Of course not," a familiar voice whispers seductively in my ear. Her voice is like velvet, smooth
and rich. I'm tempted to believe her. "This is for your own good.".