A/N: Okay, so this is my first attempt. It may not seem like much yet, but I'm working on it. There are an awful lot of ideas rushing through my mind, so I need to sort it out properly before I can actually write more (don't want to contradict myself). Anyway, I'd really appreciate it if you would review! Constructive criticism would be best, I can handle criticism (really!), but I'm human too ;-). Enjoy! (I hope!)

Oh, and if you haven't figured it out yet: it takes place approximately six years after Voldemort has been defeated. So yes, it is somewhat my view on how things will end. Not everything, but some of it…

Disclaimer: Nope, I'm not J.K. Rowling. I'm just borrowing her characters… and the plot is just my own crazy imagination. So no need to blame J.K. for that ;-)

The Truth about Lying

"But I can't pretend this is the way it will stay, I'm just trying to bend the truth. I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be, I'm just lying my way from you."

(adapted from 'Lying from You', by Linkin' Park )

Prologue

It's my fault. It's all my fault. I should've gone with them. They left me behind. Why did they have to go without me? I was a part of the pact! I followed them everywhere and they followed me everywhere. We were there for each other. Why did they have to go without me? Go where I couldn't follow? Damn it. Damn it!

She turned on her stereo louder, music filling the entire room. As she let the melodies take over her mind completely, she fell down on her bed. Tears welled up in her eyes, but she refused to give in.

No! I shall not cry! Crying won't bring them any closer! I will not become a big cry-baby, so pull yourself together. Nobody likes cry-babies. They wouldn't want you to cry either. So stop lying around and get a grip of yourself.

She quickly got up and brushed away any tears that were about to roll down her face.

Okay, so now what? Right! Get your stuff together and leave this instant! There's no point in being here anyway…

(but I like it here)

So what? Staying will only remind you of what was. Not of what can be.

(but what if I want to be reminded of what was?)

No you don't. You just said you didn't want to be a cry-baby. Staying here will make you one! Am I right or am I right?

(You're right)

Just like I said. So get your stuff together and leave.

(But what will the rest say? They have to face the same and none of them are leaving…)

Shut up. They have each other. You have no one. Face it, they wouldn't want you around either. You'd only remind them of what was as well. I'm sure they want to move on as well!

(…)

Just like I thought. So start moving missy!

It didn't take long for her to grab her belongings. It was not like she had that much to take with her anyway. Just the basics.

(should I leave a note?)

Whatever…

(Yes, I should.)

She quickly ran to her desk and squibled something on a piece of parchment. With a small sigh she grabbed her trunk and left her room.

"Goodbye, old me. Say 'hello' to the new you!"