Hello, this is my first fic and I hope you enjoy it

I can't believe how you Amy, and you Dumbledore get away with all this. It seems as if the public can see no wrong in you. After all, you are the Girl-who-lived and the leader of the so called "Light". How could you do any wrong?

Your perfect face, your perfect laugh

I will never get enough

You say that I am the face of all Evil. The willing vessel of Voldemort. The Dark twin to the Light twin. You say that only "Light" Magic should be allowed to exist. That all dark is Evil and Twisted. You speak of a world full of light and happiness under YOUR rule. Like you could do no wrong. I wonder if you truly believe that. That the greater good exists.

this can't be, there simply is no way

a perfect world made only of lies.

You took ONE look at Amy and proclaimed her the Good. After that you looked away from me and declared me Evil. A baby, you declared me, a baby at the time Evil.

Because that's how it always is. The Hero needs a Villain to face. Easily fitting me inside a box of yours. And if I am truly Evil, than it doesn't make you evil to "forget" to feed me. It isn't wrong to hurt me. And most of all. It isn't bad to make that child believe he is the most Vile thing since Voldemort.

After all that you would still be Light. After all I am Evil. At three years old.

I'm pleading, crying on my knees

please someone see this, know this

Everybody worships her: The Girl-wonder, the Saviour, the Girl-who-lived. I admit, I used to do that too. When I was five years old I thought she was Perfection. That she was Beautiful, Smart, Talented and Better than I could ever BE.

I thought she was flawless.

Eternal shine, a light in the darkness

I love you, perfection

the beauty, sweet and kind

It took some time, but... Eventually that image started to crack. At the beginning the cracks were as thin as Hairs. The realisation came slowly but surely. She was NOT Perfect. Or Strong, or even Good. She was a Puppet. Still is. Like I used to be. Puppet to YOU Dumbledore. A Tool for you to collect power.

She is not perfect. Because of you she doesn't realise how wrong this is. How Despicable.

Eyes open, I stand tall and look at you

I see you, I'll show you

The ugly truth isn't me

So. If she can't see it... And you Dumbledore won't see it... I will force you to see the truth. Force you to face your Lies.

If I can reveal your deception and show the world your face without the Glamours. What will you do?

Can you see, can you feel

the trembling in the ground

the truth uncovered.

The Love I used to have for you is gone. And with it Everything else. There is nothing left, no emotions or feelings.

I guess in the end, what you have said about me is partially true. I am an abomination. You have won... But if I go down I am dragging you with me.

I will never be so weak again

I will show the world my truth

all eyes on me.

I don't know what I have become. The world is spinning in a dark spiral. Everywhere I look I see your face.

Sometimes I think I hear singing. I like to think it is a memory of mother. It probably isn't. I know I am insane. You broke my mind. I hope I still have enough Time to make you Everybody's Fool

Help me, save me

No-one is there to hear

My eyes are deceiving me.

the end draws near.

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