Prologue
Lakes are fun, they're big but no big and shallow but not too shallow and blue but not too blue. Lakes have more than one purpose they play a rather round and dynamic character in the book of nature unlike sidewalks which stay consistently the same. But with lakes you can swim, name, ride, play and just do so much more with a lake rather than a ratty old sidewalk, like drowning yourself. Yes the art of preventing oxygen under water, a sport that I've been known to practice once or twice. Yes I do realize that I am talking right poppycock and sound completely mental, but I do have my reasons they may not be very good reasons but who's to say that all reasons are reasonable?
I believe the best way for you to understand my madness is if we go back to the drawing board, February 27, 1959 in London, England at a party in Grimmauld Place. It was a celebration for Orion and Walburga Black's three month anniversary and Wally Black loves to find any good excuse to party. So Rion and Wally invited all the pureblood's worthy of their attention to the elite gathering including the rest of the Blacks, The Malfoy's, The Rosiers, The Stardust's and just anyone who was diabolical.
So here you have it a party full of muggle-haters a room full of Nazi's, fun, fun, fun. An hour into the party the beautiful Walburga announces that she's a month pregnant and cannot wait to birth a muggle-slaying-death eater! Okay maybe she didn't say that she might as well!
After the announcement a piss-artist of a nineteen year old who goes by the name of Veruca Lestrange (Lestrange is another family convicted of pureblood mania) finds herself stumbling away from her fiancée Abraxas Stardust and into the corridor that only held Flavius and Dwynwen Goyle.
Veruca Lestrange was in every way perfect, from every mahogany wave on her pretty little head to her designer emerald sling backs. Veruca had the face of an angel and the body of Venus which made every head turn as she glided by, everyone adored her especially her parents who even loved her more than her twin brother Malvolio whom was the heir of Lestrange! Yes Veruca Lestrange did every little thing Florizel and Ambrosia told her to, they're perfect little muggle-hating darling who believed that she was above everyone and everything including the law.
Pissed drunk and off her rocker, little Veruca Lestrange's blue bedroom eyes flickered to the handsome stranger who's gaze rested on her. His violet eyes gazed at her hungrily and being drunk as she was she protrudes her blood red lips and approached the stranger in a seductive catwalk. In seconds the two found there selves exploring one another in the upstairs bedroom. By the end of the night they were caught by none other than Walburga, Veruca's best friend who promised not to utter a word of it, but being the sneaky little devil she was she told Abraxas who was furious but let the matter go for Veruca explained the next day that she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing. Flashing that cornflower amorous stare, Abraxas eventually gave in.
Within a week, Veruca Lestrange became Veruca Stardust and on November 27, 1959 she gave birth to a dazzling angelic infant girl who was the image of Veruca in every way except for the eyes that belong to that stranger from many moons ago. Of course Abraxas knew, but who could resist those electric bedroom eyes and Veruca Stardust was in every way the most perfect pure-blood wife. But as the child grew up, Veruca ignored her well-being acting as if the violet-eyed girl didn't even exist and Abraxas despised the poor child whom with great pleasure he abused both verbally and physically. Then a year later along came another daughter a legitimate daughter, who both Veruca and Abraxas adored and cherished bringing the first-born even more pain than before.
The fact that the first-born was placed into Gryffindor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry instead of Slytherin didn't help her case at all. Adding the cherry on top, she befriends a muggle-born. Eventually the girl had enough so in her third year she began to slash her wrist every night until she past out from too much lost of blood. After a while she grew bored of the ineffective slashing that made her feel no different and decided to become an avid pill-popper as well as a smoker, her life growing thin each day.
***********PRESENT DAY**********
Summer was coming to an end, the breeze was becoming chiller and the trees were preparing for their subtle death. Even the lake was frigid as the murky waves rippled through my anemic legs like a thousand stabbing knives. But the pain felt good I like how the water pierced my ankles like a dagger, I needed the pain I lust for the pain. Ready fro the aquatic nature to endure my entire body, lifting it over my head and tossing it to the side. The frosted night air repeatedly slapped my nearly nude body as my 'father' has done many times before. For a few more moments the wind busily combed my dark mahogany bristles until I was finally ready to go in. Face down I fell in letting the children of Poseidon enter every opening of my body. The moment I came close to the sweet suicide, a warm pair of arms encased around my waist retrieving me from the arms of Death.
Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start
-Coldplay