In the early 70s the Wizard World is not a very good place to be a
mudblood. Oh yeah, I use that word. I prefer to be blunt and use the
correct word. You would call me bigoted Slytherin if I came from a
pureblood family. Most of the gryffindors would want to skin me if they
heard me using that word. Well, I'm lucky nobody in my own house ever
wanted to talk to me.
Don't misunderstand me, I now people there. It stops there. I have acquaintances. That's all. I'm very comfortable this way. It's better if you don't have people too close to you. What they don't know can't hurt you. I'm not an outcast that hides in the shadows afraid people will notice me. I don't stutter when popular people like Potter talk to me. I don't back off when Malfoy or Snape insult me. I'm just not the very sociable.
Blood. Nowadays it is very important. Well, it is very important if you have the wrong kind of blood. I'm not talking about blue blood versus the common red one. Not the old blood right. Not the color conflict. Not the racial conflict.
I'm on the wrong side of the railway. I'm a mudblood. A witch bore in a muggle family. Not that you can call my mother, my sister and I a family. I pray to a god I don't believe we are not the standard British family. I would rather call old Voldie Daddy than kiss my mom.
Oh yeah, I'm one of the few ones that call the Devil by the proper name, Voldemort. It's not like he could do anything against me. I'm in Hogwarts, the safest place in all the world. Albus Dumbledore is our headmaster. He is the only one Voldemort fears. There is nobody out here I care. In truth, there is nobody inside Hogwarts I care either. Well, I care about Dumbledore and Hagrid.
Voldemort is our dear wannabe world-ruler. A very sympathetic lad. Snake eyes. Desire to slave everybody who isn't pureblood. A very good agenda if you ask me. You see. He thinks big. His death eaters have the same principle Hitler's Nazi youth had. You can't forget SS didn't recruit. All members were volunteers. To see his propaganda machine in action all you have to do is read Daily Prophet.
I know Voldemort is winning this war. Nevertheless I'm with Dumbledore. It may sound odd that a survivor like me remains fighting a lost battle. He gave me a second chance. When he found me I was as good as dead. It was likely that I would be dead in a few years if he had not given me a second chance. Although I know the war is already lost, I believe that the dream of a man like him is worth dying for.
Diary of a Mudblood Lily Evans. December 1973. 5th year.
Don't misunderstand me, I now people there. It stops there. I have acquaintances. That's all. I'm very comfortable this way. It's better if you don't have people too close to you. What they don't know can't hurt you. I'm not an outcast that hides in the shadows afraid people will notice me. I don't stutter when popular people like Potter talk to me. I don't back off when Malfoy or Snape insult me. I'm just not the very sociable.
Blood. Nowadays it is very important. Well, it is very important if you have the wrong kind of blood. I'm not talking about blue blood versus the common red one. Not the old blood right. Not the color conflict. Not the racial conflict.
I'm on the wrong side of the railway. I'm a mudblood. A witch bore in a muggle family. Not that you can call my mother, my sister and I a family. I pray to a god I don't believe we are not the standard British family. I would rather call old Voldie Daddy than kiss my mom.
Oh yeah, I'm one of the few ones that call the Devil by the proper name, Voldemort. It's not like he could do anything against me. I'm in Hogwarts, the safest place in all the world. Albus Dumbledore is our headmaster. He is the only one Voldemort fears. There is nobody out here I care. In truth, there is nobody inside Hogwarts I care either. Well, I care about Dumbledore and Hagrid.
Voldemort is our dear wannabe world-ruler. A very sympathetic lad. Snake eyes. Desire to slave everybody who isn't pureblood. A very good agenda if you ask me. You see. He thinks big. His death eaters have the same principle Hitler's Nazi youth had. You can't forget SS didn't recruit. All members were volunteers. To see his propaganda machine in action all you have to do is read Daily Prophet.
I know Voldemort is winning this war. Nevertheless I'm with Dumbledore. It may sound odd that a survivor like me remains fighting a lost battle. He gave me a second chance. When he found me I was as good as dead. It was likely that I would be dead in a few years if he had not given me a second chance. Although I know the war is already lost, I believe that the dream of a man like him is worth dying for.
Diary of a Mudblood Lily Evans. December 1973. 5th year.