I have wanted to do a story like this for ages and today I finally got down to doing the first chapter. Hope you enjoy and please review.

"I just hate that boy! All he does is moan about his "horrid" life and if I ever try to help him or give him advice, he just throws it back at me! I just wish he would shut the fuck up! Bloody hell! I just wish he would leave me alone, for good! He is just the-boy-who-just-won't-fucking-well-die! But I will show him that your worst nightmare and enemy is closest to your heart.
Oh and then there's the little insufferable mudblood, who always knows the bloody answer to everything, what a teacher's pet! No one in our year actually likes her, they just pretend to, I've heard them making fun of her, and personally I agree with them; she is just a frizzy-haired, annoying, know-it-all, who is only good for coping homework or class work from. No one would miss her. I certainly wouldn't, in fact I probably would be the one who would have gotten rid of her. Ha, and she fancies me! That posh little brat has liked me since the end of second year! What a moron? As if I would lower my pure-blood status and date that bushy thing, and, this is the funniest part, she actually thinks that we will one day get together! Over my dead body, actually now I think about it, I wouldn't even let her have my dead body!
And my so-called family, what a waste of space? They are just a poor bunch of mudblood lovers! They just give away space and money, things that they can't afford to give, but oh, they must give! They just ignore me; think I'm nothing, nothing special, just nothing! Not powerful, not evil, just a good little boy, who will grow up at the side of a hero, just a simple sidekick! Well, I plan to go down in history, but not at the side of a hero, not as a trustworthy light wizard but as a powerful dark wizard, Lord Voldermort's most trusted follower! I will tell him, that mighty wizard, everything I know; all of Harry's deepest desires and his darkest secrets, and the Dark Lord is such an amazing wizard and he would know that I am just his loyal follower, not Harry's and certainly not Dumbeldore's! I could give him directions to Grimmuald Place, which I know he does not have! Every death eater would be jealous of me, because I would have given him something he wants greatly.
I could stay by Potter's side, pretending to be his trusted friend and every bit of important information I was given I could tell Lord Voldermort and any significant thing Potter told me, I could tell the Dark Lord. I do not think of it as snitching, more telling the Dark Lord things that he wishes to know.
There is just one problem with becoming a death eater, I'm not meant to be a dark person! No death eater would trust me and Lord Voldermort probably wouldn't. If I went to one of the 7th year Slytherins, who rumours say can get you in contact with death eaters, they would just laugh at me, but if they did, I would show them that I am a powerful dark wizard, someone not to be messed with, and that I wish to be a death eater more than anything in the world.
Now I think about it... there is another problem with becoming a death eater, my three oldest brothers and a few people at Hogwarts, who I actually like. My three eldest brothers are three of the most important people in my life; they looked after me when no one else in my family would, they have always been proud to say that I'm their brother and they are light wizards, wizards who want to fight the Dark Lord! They would be so disappointed in me, they would never speak to me again and I don't think I would be able to cope if those two things happened! The few people at Hogwarts, who I actually like and would consider friends are Seamus, Neville, Dean (who is a mudblood!), Lavender and the Patil twins, are all also on the light side of life! Neville's parents were tortured by Bellatrix Lestrange, for Merlin's sake, he probably wouldn't even look at me again, but I must say Bellatrix must be a very powerful witch to perform such amazing Curio spells. Dean is a mudblood, but I have looked into his mind and I have found out that he is actually a pure-blood, who was just adopted by muggles, so it is ok for me to associate with him, but I don't think he would want to be associated with me if he knew that I wanted to be a death eater! Seamus is a half-blood, which isn't as bad as a mudblood but his mother is very anti-death eater, not a good thing! That means he wouldn't like me, in fact he would probably feel like murdering me if he would out about my real loyalty. And as for the girls, they are all either half-blood or pure-blood, they have never really told me, but I think they are pure-blood; they are very beautiful witches and pretty good at magic too. But, sadly, like the rest of them, hate death eaters and would hate me too, I think they would all hate me more if I became a death eater, because I would have given Voldermort information, which could lead to their families or their deaths (which I would try my hardest to stop) or it could lead to Potter's death, which I don't think the girls would mind much (they do like taking the piss out of him and don't really speak to him) but Neville, Dean and Seamus would; they like him, well I think so anyway!
So basically, one of my biggest dreams is to become a famous, powerful, loyal death eater but my few friends and my three oldest brothers would hate me if I did! What do I do?
Do I listen to my smart head or my passionate heart?"

'RON! ARE YOU LISTENING?' Yelled Hermione Granger, this woke Ron from his confused thoughts.
It seemed everyone in the hall was looking or had turned around to see who was yelling.

Hermione was standing up, her face full of anger,

'HAVE YOU BEEN LISTENING TO A WORD I HAVE JUST SAID?' Ron would usually try and deny it, but today his thoughts made sure he wasn't in the mood.

'Does it look like I have been fucking listening? And would you stop yelling, as unlike you, I have a life, so was up late last night,' he shot back at her, someone cheered. Her mouth dropped open, not expecting to be spoken back like that, especially not from Ron.

Ron got up, grabbed him bag moodily, shot her a glare that even Lord Voldermort himself would have been proud of and started to walk off.

'GET BACK HERE AND APOLOGIZE!'

'Why should I apologize to a disgusting little mudblood like you?' Ron had turned around and made sure he had looked her straight in the eyes when he had called her a "mudblood", to make sure she knew he meant it, 'yeah you heard me, you're a stupid mudblood,' some Slytherins cheered, the hall gasped and Hermione looked like someone had hit her hard around her face, minus the red hand mark, 'you are a disgrace to muggle-borns! A disgrace to witch and wizard kind! You're just an insufferable, ugly, worthless piece of dragon dung. A perfect example of a mudblood,' Ron turned and walked out of the hall; he felt better now he had gotten that off his chest. That bitch wouldn't be bothering him anymore, and he insulting her might earn him a bit of Slytherin credit. Now, all he had to do was be as un-Gryffindor-ish as he could.

Ron had chosen his head.