A/N: Just a little drabble I thought of, and wanted to post. Enjoy :]
I was as different as they came in my family. I was the white sheep, the opposite of everything Black, everything dirty and tainted. I hated them, and what they believed in. I wasn't them. I wasn't part of their mold. I refused.
I rebelled. Slytherin denied me. I celebrated that refusal. I made friends with muggle-borns and blood traitors alike. I lived as my own person. They denied me my freedom; I denied them another clone, another monster. I denied my family.
I've been disowned. And I love it. No more screams of people, who have the same colored blood as I do, keeping me up at night. Running through the halls of my own home. No pain. No anger. Nothing keeping me up at night. Nothing twisting and turning my dreams into their monstrous visions. Never again.
I'm different. I'm not them. I'm my own person. I love life, and everyone in it. I love to smile. I love. I love. I'm not them.
I'm Andromeda Tonks. I'm the white sheep in a herd of Blacks. I'm different. And despite their efforts, I'm not chained.
So it's very short, but I don't think it would have been as powerful as I'd imagined it if it were any longer.
So, I have a serious case of writer's block. I've decided I'm going to write drabbles every day for a month or two, any starting ideas? They're always welcome.
Review?
-Soho.