An: okay I know your thinking just another love triangle story but this story has some major twists so just give it a chance.
I want to tell you the story of my life. I won't say that I'm the good guy because I'm not. But I'm not the villian I've been made out to be either. No one in this tale is truly innocent. We all made our choices in selfishness we didn't think about who we were hurting we could only see what the advantage was for us or in some cases the greater good. We all took different roads but they all lead to hell. The roads were paved with different things one was paved in lust, another in gold, another in jealousy and one in good intentions. Then there was my road paved in a combination of resentment, youth, naivety, and carelessness.
I was born Victoria Nicole Carrow. I was raised as many young pure-blood girls of the time were. I was taught how a pure-blood young lady should act. I was taught how to manage a house-hold, I was taught what houses were the best to keep close ties with and which were being publicly snubbed. I was taught how to handle the servents. What the best methods were in dealing with an awkward situation or political scandal, and how best to avoid causing one. I was more fortunate then most of my peers however, though at the time I felt like the most unlucky girl in the world, though now I think we all felt that way. I was betrothed to the Great Salazar Slytherin and because of this I was expected to be educated. I was allowed to learn hexes, curses, and counter jinxes. I was taught astronomy and potions. I wasn't limited to house-hold spells. At the time though I would have given anything including my education to be betrothed to someone anyone else. I wanted to blend in and just disappear in a sea of pure-blood wives. That is hard to do when you are betrothed to one of the greatest wizards of the century, to but it bluntly since merlin himself.
And as in all things time passes on. And I wound up clinging to the lingering days in my childhood. In those times fifteen was considered the age when pure-blood girls were expected to wed and become mothers. And My fifteenth birthday was fast approaching all too quickly in my opinion. I didn't want to leave my mother and father, or my younger siblings. I was to be wed a month after I turned fifteen but I would meet my groom for the first time at the party for my birthday. He and the other three founders would be there. Everyone who was anyone would be there to see the fifteenth birthday of one of the oldest most prominent families in society.