I'll never join you. Did I really mean it? , thought a girl with midnight black hair and blood red eyes. She glared at the first years that were babbling incoherently.
They immediately stopped, their faces paling. Nobody messed with her; they were all too terrified of her. She turned her head to see Potter and his friends talking about something most likely without meaning. She sighed, Friends. She had none. She neither wanted nor needed one.
They were only weaknesses. Her father had none, only his death eaters that followed him around like puppies. Would I really never join him? She glared at the table in frustration. Looking around the Great Hall, she wished she had a life that wasn't so complicated.
She was abandoned as a baby, left at a house where she was abused for five long years. They were arrested because one day one of the neighbors saw them beating her and called the police. She was then sent to an orphanage where everyone ignored her. She stayed there for three years before running away. She was able to stay on the run for one year before she was caught and sent to a different orphanage where coincidentally, her father had been to.
She stayed there until she had gotten her Hogwarts letter. She thought she could be free here, that no one would be mean or cruel to her. But just her eyes alone kept people away. She didn't want friends, just people to not ignore or bully her. Was that too much to ask for? What if I do join him?
But then again, how can I know for sure that Voldemort is my father?