If I were to tell you my entire life story, it would take too long. I could probably sum it up in a poem, but it would be too short. Everything happened so quickly, and yet, it seemed like it took hundreds of years. I lost and I loved, and I lost again. Don't let people fool you into thinking life will always have a happy ending, because it never does. Things happen, things change, and then inevitably, you change. It's a circle of sorrow, and no matter what you do, that same sorrow that took hold of me… will get you too.
I was young when it started; this whole circle of sorrow mess. My family was large, and flourishing still, and then they vanished. No one has any idea as to what may have happened to them. I say good riddance. The lot of them were selfish, lying, conniving, little things who only wanted authority and vaults full of gold. My family had secrets, hundreds of thousands of them, but in my story, only one of them matters.
I was adopted at eleven. That very same year I began attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. There are so many things I could say about that place, and none of them include the words dull or miserable. It was my home after a long time of suffering, and eventually, it became my resting place. I'm sure that you're all but dying to hear my story now that you know I'm dead. But be patient, this is only the beginning, and we've a long ways till the end.
When I was still alive, they didn't have wizarding adoption homes, so when my family vanished they put me in a muggle orphanage. After living in the pureblood society for so long, I couldn't even recall what a muggle entirely was. I was always told they were disgusting, evil little creatures that would kill the entire population of witches and wizards if it meant they could have the magic we possessed. That always scared me, so I often slept with my older brother in his bedroom when I couldn't sleep in my own. My brother had seemed like he hadn't been tainted by my family's values, but when he vanished with the others, I became doubtful.
It was a Tuesday when they came to adopt me. They had heard rumours of a young girl from a prestigious pureblood family getting thrown in with muggle children, and had told me that that just wouldn't do; especially for such 'a special young girl' like me. The older man had long platinum blonde hair, and grey eyes like stone. The younger boy had been about my age, just a few years older, and looked identical to his father. By the description, I'm sure you can guess who I'm talking about.
Lucius Malfoy proved to be a talented young wizard, and as we grew older, I became fond of him. He had finally become my brother after many years. I had a family again, and I loved them, despite the hatred many others held for them. They had taken me in when the odds had seemed stacked against me, and even though I was betrayed in the end, I owed them everything I couldn't give.
It was my seventeenth birthday when this story truly begins. The circle just kept growing bigger and bigger, the gravity of its mass sucking in everything and everyone that was in arms length, and I was powerless to stop it. In the end, it took me too. It took me deeper in than it had me before, and I decided to accept my fate.
I had never believed in destiny; that someone had lain out a plan for your entire life, and no matter what direction you chose, you would always end up with the same result. But now, standing here—wherever I am—I believe that there is something that controls us that we can never explain. Something that we are helpless against, and all we can do, is let it control us.