"All for Him"
a one-shot
I never asked for any of it, you know.
Honestly. I never asked to be that kid. From the beginning there was nothing else for me to be. No one would let me; they were happy with having me stay what I was to them, nevermind what I thought about it. Sometimes I wonder if I even had real friends. When I met them, they had the pretty typical things to say.
I didn't choose my life to revolve around Voldemort, either. It wasn't as bad in the beginning. Well, of course it wasn't, he was gone. He kept nearly coming back, but he didn't, so life was all right. But then he did come back... We couldn't just forget it'd all ever existed... he was back. We couldn't move forward... he was back. All Voldemort all the time from now on.
I didn't want my life to be that way. I didn't want any of it, really. Sure, some glory's nice for impressing girls, and I wouldn't have minded just being the Quidditch kid. That worked well enough for some house support. That's all I wanted, all I cared about.
But no. Every year it was more Voldemort. More worrying about the Ministry, more war coming and war raging. It always comes back to Voldemort. If it weren't for Voldemort, I could have a normal life, a good life. If it weren't for Voldemort, Mum and Dad could be here for me. I need them as much as the next kid!
My friends've barely kept me sane through all this. I've been trying to keep my cool around them, not let on all this stuff about Voldemort going through my head. But when all's said and done, Voldemort's the only one who matters when it comes to whether I live or die.
"Come, it's time. We're going."
"Yes, Aunt Bellatrix."