Just one simple mistake can change the future. Forever.

*-*-*

Everything I see is black. Blacker then any lightless night sky. Even
"Golden Pot" is black. He cannot shine for he has his dark side, deeply
hidden under his soul.

But I can see it.

How imperfect we are.

We might as well just be mudbloods for we make the same mistakes over and
over again, no matter how different the two bloods are.

"Hey Blond Ferret!!! Make a fool out of yourself!!" Ron Weasley, one of
those "Pot's idiots", yelled out as I walked past him and his friends.

"First of all, Malfoy is too low for a ferret," Hermione Granger lectured
Ron, sounding more like a teacher instead of a student. But what can you
expect from a smartass like her?

"Amusing, carrot head seems to be paying attention to your rack instead of
your lectures about ferrets," I yawned, continuing my way to Potion class
with the Gryffindors.

Oh joy.