The Irony of Kindness - Prologue

Kindness... The word itself means nothing more that betrayal. So why are there so many people that fall victim to its cruelty? Why do people not choose to see the truth even when it is right in front of them? It is a mystery of life that I do not feel equipped to try to solve. I can however explain by belief of kindness. Be cautious this is not a story for those weak at heart. It contains betrayal by family and friends and manipulations by people held close to my heart. Fear not; come and join me on my journey of the last 16 years of my life.

I was born to a loving mother and a kind father. They were my first experience with kindness. My parents owned a big mansion that they shared with their three friends from school: Padfoot (Sirius Black), Moony (Remus Lupin), and Wormtail (Peter Petigrew). They all loved me in their own way and I can honestly say this is my only memory so far of true happiness. But this joy only lasted a year because Wormtail grew jealous and betrayed my parents to Voldemort, their enemy. Voldemort killed my parents and unintentionally got Sirius sent to Azkaban and Remus banished to live with Fennir Greyback and his pack. My parents last act of kindness was to give their lives to save me. Well, they definitely did NOT save me; they condemned me. To a place no child should have to live. With my Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. The two people my parents declared in their will that I should never live with. The two people who believe that anything abnormal is the doing of a freak (AKA someone who can do magic, a witch or wizard). The two people who already had a son that they loved more than life itself and would give whatever he wanted. He lived the life that everyone believed I lived. A spoiled rotten brat that got whatever he wanted or threw a tantrum until he got it.

This aunt and uncle hate me with everything they were. I was treated like a house-elf. They did everything in their power, that they thought they could get away with, to beat the magic out of me and to beat into me that I was worthless. The only thing they ever said to me besides to yell at me or order me around was that I ought to be grateful. They took me in off the front porch (so that their neighbors would not see the freak) and gave me everything I had: clothes on my back (my cousin's five sizes too large hand-me-downs), food in my stomach (the moldy food), and a place to sleep at night (a closet under the stairs). They showed me the kindness that no one else would such a worthless freak like myself.

Yeah, I was living the "good life" al-right and they were getting paid for it. Dumbledore was giving them money to "take care of me." He didn't care what they did as long as I was still alive when he sent someone to get me. It gets better though. Dumbledore was paying them with money from one of the vaults that I "was not allowed access to tell I turned of age."

Yes, well then Dumbledore, playing the role of the "loving grandfather figure" sent Hagrid to "rescue" me from the "loving" relatives. All I've got to say is that the fates must think my life is one sick cosmic joke. I would have had to have been blind not to see the insane manipulation that made up my life up to that point.

School was worse than anything else. I had taught myself to read and write and all that good stuff because I was not allowed to attend school when I was living with my relatives. I had never been around that many people at once but I was not allowed to show fear. That is for normal people not the super hero that I apparently was. Give me a break. Apparently I had saved them all from this evil wizard Voldemort when I was one. Apparently my mother's sacrifice saved me when he tried to kill me. I almost choked when I heard that. Is that the kind of stuff they are teaching their children these days? That if a mother sacrifices her life for her child that they will live. That is the biggest piece of bullshit I have ever heard. If that was true why was I the only one who survived? No one else had parents that gave up their lives for their children? No one else tried to protect their children instead of getting away and saving themselves? It seemed to stupid to me that everyone believed the crap this man Dumbledore was feeding them.

So when rumors had it the Dark Lord was coming back to life everyone assumed that I would kill him like I had before. Except that this time it would be for good. I was expected to want revenge because he killed my parents. So basically, me, the fourteen year old, was supposed to kill the big bad evil guy because everyone else was too scared to do it. So I did what I felt I had no other option but to do - I trained. I trained long and hard for two years. Learning dark curses and hand to hand combat. Everyone thought I was crazy. They all turned on me. I was expected to defeat this dark wizard without using a single dark curse and when I learned them anyway everything imploded. I went on a training mission and managed to kill Wormtail. I was ecstatic. I had fulfilled my revenge and was ready to be done. I was gonna send a message off to Voldemort and ask for a meeting to arrange peace. There was no more point in fighting. I was planning on bringing Peter's body as a peace offering. I got what I wanted. A meeting with Voldemort that ended on good terms, he had agreed to stop his wipeout of the muggles for a few years and to go into hiding for a while.

However, I was spotted by my "best friends" Ron and Hermione who were on a date at the same restaurant. Turns out Dumbledore was paying them too. They just had to report all my activities to Dumbledore and they would get half my inheritance if something were to "happen to me." They ratted me out to Dumbledore and before the night was out I was arrested for using the killing curse and was about to be put on trial. It had been up to me to "save them" not "betray them." It was at that point that I decided the wizarding world could go fuck themselves for all I cared. They thought they owned me and that I had a duty to perform. That they could just turn on me whenever they felt like it and I would just live with it. Well, they are wrong! I killed a convicted death eater and they're sending me to Azkaban for it. The irony of it all is that they think they are acting out of kindness. In their eyes I have turned traitor and they are sending me away to save my soul.

AN: So that's the end of the prologue - let me know what you think. I would like to emphasize that I don't update that often so please don't get mad at me for that. Also this story has only been edited by me (which doesn't mean much XD ) if anyone is a beta who would like to volunteer their help i'd be much obliged and i'm sure everyone that reads the story would thank you too. If you see any errors please let me know nicely. I have no problem fixing them and I thank you for pointing them out. I also had to fight to even get this online because apparently doesn't like mac pages documents and i have a mac... i had to borrow my dad's computer to get it up so this might also cause more update frequencies. If anyone has a easy solution I'd love to hear it! Also I'm rating this story T for now but in later chapters I might have to bump it up just a warning.

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