The Golden Trio… How pathetic… Everytime I hear someone speaking of them, I hear of the Boy-Who-Lived, his best mate who helped him through and through, and the muggle born witch that can conjure any spell known to the wizarding world. You know what I thought of each of them? Potter is just one for fame. The scar on his head, the battle against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, all signs of his popularity. To me, he was the Boy-That-Would-Not-Die. And now that the war is over, he is more famous than the four founders of Hogwarts. Weasly, or Weasle as I call him, is nothing more than his side-kick. He is a low-life, a disgrace to the wizarding world. And the mudblood Granger, a know-it-all. A girl who isn't worth dirt. This was the Golden Trio for me. However, everything changed that night of the Final Battle, where Potter finally defeated the Dark Lord. I betrayed the dark side, and walked over to the light. I left everything behind. My mother, my pride, my reputation, and most of all, my life.
I am Draco Malfoy. I have lost everything valuable to me, yet I gained something I have been wanting for a long time. Freedom. Free to believe what I want to believe. Free to do what I want to do. Free to be – whoever I want to be. I no longer believe that my name will get me everything I want, for it is just a name. However, I still feel as though muggleborns are beneath me. I know it's not true, but I'll be able to show it when I'm ready. Potter is just a regular boy now, trying to forget all that has happened, and move on with his life. Weasly is a boy that has suffered from lack of money, but had gone on with life as though nothing would pull him down. Granger is just a girl with no magical heritage, yet she is the brightest witch of our time. Me? I am… ready to redeem myself…
I have suffered my whole life. Not from the war between Harry Potter and Lord Voldemort, but from the war at the place I call "home". I have no one by my side to fight next to me, except of course, my two brothers, Jay and Nick, and my sister, Elena. However, we are not blood related. I have been a foster child ever since I was born. Jay, Nick and Elena were always there with me, no matter what. I never met my parents, nor have I known who they are exactly. Nor did I care. I only had one mother in my life. She passed away a while ago, when I was 3 years old. Ever since then, it has been a living hell for all four of us. We have experienced pain, loss, deceit, rape, abuse, and so on. We never cried. We never allowed tears to escape our eyes. Tears, to us, show weakness. Jay promised to never shed a tear for losing a friend in battle. Nick vowed to not cry if he felt he has failed anyone. Elena gave her word that she would not let tears escape her eyes when she'd give up all that she had. Me? I swore – that I will never, ever, let anyone, and I mean anyone, see me cry…
I am Mya Granger, also known as Hermione, the Gryffindor Bookworm. My friends know nothing of my past. Nor will they ever know. I will not tell them because I know that they will take pity on me. I don't need them to feel sorry for me. The last thing I need is for them to pity me. Especially after what happened during the Final Battle… I lost someone very special to me. He was taken from me. My heart died along with him. That night was the first time I ever shed a tear… I always told myself that a boy that would hurt me isn't worth crying for… I cried for him…
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