Disclaimer: I don't own the characters but I own the plot. I think.

:: Author's Notes - I wrote this to try and get out of my writer's block so please forgive me if it's crappy. ::

:: Lies ::

Let me tell you something. What I'm about to tell you is no lie. I know lies when I hear it. The reason is simple enough, really.

I know a lie when I hear one because my whole life has been a lie.

I've been lied to more times than I can count.

Weasley and Granger told me that they weren't dating, but I caught them making out in an empty classroom.

Now there, I don't want you thinking that I'm petty, because I'm not. If you are thinking that I'm terribly pissed at them, then you have hit the bullseye.

Dumbledore said that I have no other blood relatives than those... muggles. But I have. Heck, he's my grandfather.

Sirius said that he would be there for me, but he just up and went.

Bloody, no-good liers. The whole lot of them.

Oh yes, and how could I forgot dear old Snape.

Of no relation to me huh? Know what I found out? On my own? My dear, dear UNCLE?!

And to put it all simply:

I'M A WALKING LIE.

So there, reasons I should know a lie when I hear one.

I have finally finished my speech.

Oh, um, one advice before you go:

Don't trust me. Never ever trust me.

Everything I have been told are pack of lies. My life is a lie. And most of all,

I'm a lie.

:: The End ::

:: Author's Notes - Please review! Flames would be used to warm myself up. ::