Alone. No word ever described my existence better than alone. Life had been cruel to me in some of the most undermining ways throughout my first sixteen years of life. Although being isolated seems to be a terrible misfortune in life, that's how I preferred to keep things. At least when one was lonesome they had nothing to loss or anyone to worry about. But, like I said before life is a cruel mistress that lingers in the dark corners of your brightest hour, who lies in wait for you to reach your highest point before dragging you back to the bottom of the abyss in her insufferable embrace.
I understood her embrace all to well, as she was to only consistent thing in my life. Although I was born to the pure blood family of Crouch, I was never welcomed as a true member of the family. I grew up as the secret child of one the youngest Crouch men, produced in one night of drunken passion, and destined to never meet the woman who gave me life. Thus resulting in me being put in the care of my father, a young fierce man who utterly regretted and hardly remembered a single night that gave him me, Ramona Crouch. This is the only thing that I have that no one can take from me. My name, the only gift my mother could have ever given me.
To put a long story short, my father traveled to Spain to study for a year and came back to England a father of a bastard child with no mother of pure blood. Which would not do in my cursed family. Therefore, I was shipped off as soon as I showed an affinity for the magical arts, as they were to cruel to just kill me or leave me to the streets. No they had to send me off the France to Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, were they changed my last name to a very basic and common Spanish surname and forced me to tell everyone I was from a small muggle village in Spain. No relation to the Crouch name in any way, shape, or form.
However within the last couple of months, in my time spent at his home in London, my father has seemed to have a "change of heart". Thus changing the stage of my calamity, my father had decided to send me to Hogwarts for the fifth year of my education. I didn't quite mind when he first told me of his decision, as I didn't have any friends to miss in France and I was quite happy I wouldn't have to lie as much about who I was now that my father had married. It's almost as if he had planned everything to turn out this way.
But, I digress; my early life is far from the point of my story. As life slowly got better for me when I found myself in the cross firers of misfortune and comfort, life's only exception in her web of despair. That place in my life was where I went from just existing in a web of lies to truly living my life regardless of the baggage I carried.