Is a Dream a lie if it doesn't come true, or is it something worse?
As a tear slid down my face I was overwhelmed by a staggering sense of self pity. It was the Christmas of my seventh year at Hogwarts and I was home for the holidays and I felt as though I was the most mistreated, unfortunate young girl alive to have to endure this tragedy at such a joyous time. I thought it was the worst Christmas ever!
I now know better, for I have suffered many Christmases worse than that one, but that Christmas shattered my childish seventeen year old belief that Christmas was a time when no wrong could be done, a time when everyone rejoiced…It was the Christmas I grew up.
I smile now as I remember how naïve I once was. You could say it was my first dose of reality for I had lived a sheltered, protected life until then, Yet it was a life that would be sheltered no more, a life that would be torn apart by war, betrayal and hatred. I would have to stand strong and proud without my parents support, i would have to make choices and decicouns i had never known i was capable of, and yet I refused to let it break me and even now with such dismal prospects I refuse to be beaten for I know that I can rebuild my life and that of my child into something better…
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