Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter universe and don't intend any harm. The character whose view point this story is told from is an original character and belongs to me, or since the character is based on a person I know, with permission, to God.
A Tale of Darkness, A Story of Love
Everyone in my family was "born different" so I wasn't a mudblood, but I was the first to be born with wizarding powers. I still don't understand why they thought my abilities were any worse than theirs. My relatives could see death, feel other people's emotions, unveil the future, and speak into the minds of others with the gift.
Voldemort rescued me. Yes, I say rescued. You see, my parents believed in stoning witches. "Thou shall not suffer a witch to live." As soon as I received my Hogwarts letter my father started screaming at me. He drug me outside, threw me to the ground, and picked up a stone.
Accidental magic is a wonderful thing. I was on the grass broken and bleeding, but not dead, not yet. My magic called for help and he heard me. He came and when he saw me bleeding red blood into the green grass, I saw an expression of rage darken his face. He killed my relatives; I can't honestly call them my family, and took me with him. In that moment he became my hero. He was larger than life. My hero had, after all, stayed the hand of death himself.
AN: If anyone wants to hear more, please review. I thought it might be nice to see why someone might join Voldemort. "Born different" refers to be born with power, abilities or other characteristics not considered normal for humans or in some cases just not normal for muggles. (telepathy, empathy, precognition, et cetera)