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Dark Love in Dark Days
Tough Beginning
Hard to believe, but there is something stronger than love. I tried to get him ovoid it at all cost. I thought I deserved it though. Most people, manly my dear mother and father may the rest in pieces, agreed with my hidden thought. I hated being who I was. I hated everything about me. My dark, limp, brown hair; my blue eyes, my big feet, my brittle finger nails always with chipped black nail polish, my glasses, my small breast. There was nothing good about me. I started to starve my self and cut my wrist. My parents didn't care. No one did. Sure I had friends, and a new boyfriend every week. But, did they care? No. They were going through the same shit that I was going through. This was when I was ten. The summer when I turned eleven, my parents sent me to a boarding school all the way from our trailer park home in Utah to some place in England. I had to stay with this old man till the school year started. I thought my life was going to be hell for the next seven years I had to be there. I was right, yet I was also wrong.
The old man was called Albus Dumbledor. He was the head master at the school I was sent to go to. The first day I came, he explained everything I needed to know. He sat me down and treated me like his own grand daughter.
"Onyx," he started out, "this may come as a shock to you so please don't think this is some joke. I ask you to please not to interrupt me. But you may talk after I've finish explaining." he looked at me from above his half moon glasses. I nodded. "Okay, I should start with the main fact. You are a witch." I started to speak but he started to talk before I could get a word out. "The 'boarding school' your mother and father told you you're going to is called Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. There you will be sorted into one of the houses: Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Slytheren. At Hogwarts people will call you a mudblood."
"A what?" I blurted out.
"Mud blood is a very awful word that wizards, who think they are better than others because they are what some call 'pure blood', use to call muggle born's like you."
"Muggle born's?"
"A child who is born from non-magical parents."
It took me a while to register all of this information into my brain. I was a witch! A witch! If I was one, why couldn't I use my powers to hurt my un-loving mum and dad?
Dumbledor answered my question as if he read my mind, "You couldn't of really used your powers controllable because you haven't had the education. But now you will.
A week before September first I went to Digon Ally to buy all of my school things. On September first I sat on the train all alone at first. But then the compartment filed with girls and boys my age. They were all dressed the same as me. Goth-like and stuff. They were all Pure Bloods and hoping to get into Slytheren. I lied and told them that I was Pure blooded too. They believed me. When we got to Hogwarts, I was one of the last sorted sense my last name was Xyno. I was, luckily, sorted into Slytheren. The first mud blood ever. Well, the Slytherens didn't know, yet.
